Antha, despite being well out of her time, had grown used to the ship. It wasn't that hard to find the little girl running -or walking very fast at least, as the blue lady as she'd dubbed the TARDIS, hummed at her angerly when she ran outright-through the halls. Even now her head bobbed lightly as if in the middle of a conversation no one else could hear but her. Though she did pause upon rounding the corner and spotting the unfamilier boy in the kitchen.
Peeking at him curiously, she lingered by the door. Though she was -slowly-learning that no one here was like her Aunt Carletta, or would look at her funny like Uncle Cort and ask when she was going to be a 'big girl' for them. She was 8, after all that was big enough wasn't it? After a moment, she wandered closer silently, holding the stuffed bear that was always on her person closer. "You have kitty ears. Are you a kitty?"she questioned curiously. To anyone else, she would have seemed to appear out of nowhere, but Antha was just simply good at being silent.