She had been avoiding the Doctor since she had found herself in this new version of her own halls. He'd done something, and she didn't trust him. Even the Vortex, her particular element, was wrong. They were somewhere she'd never been before, and that was nearly unheard of.
She looked up coldly as she saw a figure approaching. Her lips curled in a sneer. Another girl. Another of the Doctor's pets, another silly, crying girl leaving her underthings all over her floors... She schooled her expression into something more suitable before the human could see it. She moved forward, extending her hand in greeting. Now, what had that stupid girl Charley called this form she'd taken on? Ah, that's right. "Brigadier Alastair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart," she said.