She'd disappeared to take care of the bath, glancing over her shoulder as she went. Oh, she'd messed this up right proper. While she was in the bathroom, she opened the high, small window in there, too, to help air the steam. There came a strange, wrong laugh from the other room, and she left the window immediately.
Propping her shoulder against the door frame, she watched him pacing -- waited until she got the rhythm, then crossed the room so that she caught him on a turn that gave her the best shot of pinning him in a corner. Probably the worst thing to do to a Time Lord. But if she could get him to just stay still for a minute, to just look at her...
Over his shoulder, the fresh scribbling, the hand prints on the wall... She leveraged everything - her hands, her hips, everything, and tried to get him to stop. To just stop.