"She's beautiful." Koschei's smile broadened, and he nodded in the direction he'd been walking before he spotted the sword. "The most wonderful ship I've had the honor of piloting." He spotted the alley he'd left his TARDIS in, and headed across the street towards it.
"Though there are times when her external appearance leaves a bit to be desired," he added with a wry twist to his lips as he stepped up to what appeared to be a dumpster. If it weren't for the amused psychic hum against the edge of his mind. Pulling out a key, he unlocked the door, the entire side of the 'dumpster' pulling away to reveal the interior of the TARDIS.