He'd gone to find a room at the hotel rather than stay in the TARDIS. Even if he'd had invitation from the Master to do so, he wouldn't. Couldn't. Too much the Doctor's space in his mind, and he couldn't sleep there.
Wandering down from the room he'd taken, he raised an eyebrow at a notice pinned to the bulletin board in the lobby, wandering over to read it. A soft chuckle escaped him, and he stuffed his hands into his coat pockets as he headed out of the hotel, looking for a nice bistro to grab breakfast at before he started checking for a shop.
If he was going to 'dress up', after all, he needed to find new clothes. And he had a very specific idea in mind as to what. He grinned to himself, and shoving the thought that the Doctor - maybe even his Doctor - would be at the party out of his mind for the moment. He really didn't need to think about that.