He'd been avoiding people for a few days after running into the Master, and talking, however briefly, with the alternate version of himself. The shop he'd found had a good selection of instruments, and he'd walked out with a small collection of drums, anticipating a nice calming session with figuring out how they sounded. Except that it wasn't working, not here.
Which was how he'd found himself down here, with a glass of brandy, and an eye out for someone interesting. Who had just sat down beside him, if he wasn't mistaken. A Time Lord, but not one he recognized.
"Hello," he said, smiling charmingly when she opened one eye to look at him. "I'm the Doctor, and you are?"