The Doctor licked his lower lip, eyes darting around the ballroom. His eyebrows furrowed as he considered the scene.
Everything looked brilliant, and he'd expected no less. But it was somewhat disconcerting to go to a ball thrown by your captors. Of course, there was no way he could refuse. This was a wonderful opportunity to learn more about this particular place and the aliens as well, and to see who else was here.
He suspected some of their number were missing. The Doctor did not like that. He did not like that at all.
When he'd heard of the ball, he'd been urged to go, and not just by Rose. The Doctor had fans. His magic show was well-received, and he was something of a local celebrity. He had to wave and smile at the commoners wherever he went, and he was often asked to 'make things go' with the Sonic. He always obliged; he wasn't here to make waves, and their requests were always small. He could unjam a shutter with the Sonic.
Eat your heart out, Jack Harkness.
"What d'you figure?" he asked Rose, who held his arm. "What do you want to do first?"