"Oh, goody." The Master kept up with the Doctor, his eyes darting over the racks in the wardrobe room, trying to spot anything that looked interesting.
He ignored the Doctor and Romana almost entirely, absently shedding the remains of the suit jacket and shirt, finding a white t-shirt that fit nicely, pulling it on over his head. Not too tight, not too loose.
Now, trousers. He hummed to himself as he poked through the racks, grinning when he found a pair of nice jeans. Ooo, and a leather jacket, that looked like it would go nicely with the outfit.
A pair of scuffed boots he found tossed in a corner, and he studied himself in a mirror a moment. "Now that's more like it." He grinned at the Doctor and Romana, the expression definately wolfish as he prowled back over toward them. "See, the suit just didn't do it. Too... formal and.. well, blandly refined. This is a much better look for me."