"I have a swimming pool?" Jane looked delighted. The TARDIS was always full of surprises. Her muddy screwdriver was set into the control panel for her ship to read. With a pat of her muddy hands she spoke, "Come on, darling. Distress signal. I gave you the coordinates. We have to go."
The ship refused to budge. Jane was next to notice how much mud they'd brought into the TARDIS.
"I think she's on strike until we wash off."
Jane started with her boots, pulling at the mud caked laces until she was able to get them off. After all the emotional singing, she thought they earned a bit of levity and impropriety. The stripping of muddy clothes didn't stop with her boots. Jane was down to her modest skivvies by the time she reached the ledge of the pool and dove in.
The pool was equal parts getting them to clean up and distraction while it put itself back in order. The TARDIS was capable of detailing itself while it sent it's strays to clean up like good bi-pedal lifeforms.