On top of the Daleks, on top of everything else Romana sensed it almost as soon as it first found its way into her mind. Another Gallifreyan. Another like her. That could be good. That could also be bad. Armed with a very real and very human gun and a sonic screwdriver copied entirely from the Doctor and set off. The sense was...a Time Lord, nothing more yet. She wouldn't get to know until she saw them and even then.
She slipped out onto the streets, following the senses she knew. The senses she followed down several blocks, Americans always said 'Blocks' she found it very strange.
And then she turned the corner and almost collided with the man. Tall, lanky even, dark hair and dressed in a suit with a long coat.
And most assuradly a Time Lord.
"Who are you?" she asked tensing, falling back into the mannerisms of the Lady President, Because they were all dead...all gone. Bar two. One she would be more than happy to see, the other...the other had lied to her, betrayed her and she should have expected it, truth be told she should never have let him free. The other was a liar. She wouldn't believe until she was sure.
"Who are you and when are you from?" she repeated tensely her hand resting on the handgun in her pocket. It wouldn't kill the Master, if thats who she faced. But it would slow him down. It would slow him enough.