Tara was not one typically found in museums. All her life, she'd felt a bit weird about ancient artifacts and archaeology. Now that the dreams had started and she'd seen so much of the Doctor, she felt she knew why. It was just not very, well. Not very Time Lord.
For some reason unknown (and entirely ignored) to her, it hadn't taken much of a push on Troy's part to bring the brunette to the gala. She'd been quite excited for it, to be truthful. Had she really thought on it, she might have been curious about her draw to Troy. Alas, her name was Tara and she was not the curious half of the pair. She just knew where to go, and never asked questions. It had always been her way.
Having dragged her best friend John along, Tara held tight to his arm while they walked the exhibit. She chattered excitedly alongside him, and was gesturing at a very plain, very perfectly-shaped black box in a display case.