It's mid-afternoon, and the Doctor is hurrying Donna towards the door to the tourist information office, a large grin on his face. He can't wait for her to see everyone, meet everyone, get back to some semblance of her old life. He's feeling a bit guilty that he can't just up and offer her the same old life, but they'll make do as they can until they track down his full Time Lord self. He walks, as usual, at a brisk pace along the edge of the bay, a spring in his step.
"Come on, Donna, keep up, places to see and people to meet. Or re-meet, I suppose, in some cases." He reaches the door and pulls it open, holding it for her. "After you, madam..."