Donna jumped and squeaked. Seriously, Doctor, don't creep up on her like that! It's rude. Really, really rude! Besides, she wasn't snooping; she was investigating. What did he expect just parking the Old Girl in the middle of the place?
She smoothed her hands down her sides to regain her composure. "Not unless you happen to be the owner of the mysterious pretty blue box. Do you mind? I'm investigating. You want to investigate, you get in line."
She huffed and turned her attention back to the blue box. Why did it seem so familiar? Like a memory just out of reach. Like a blur just out of sight.