Eleven-Morgyn
Anne had managed to duck back to her TARDIS by sheer dumb luck, ready to give the Doctor a good stern tongue-lashing...only to find him gone. She was furious, but calmed herself by getting gussied up for that party she'd heard about. There'd been a dress, left over from a girl long gone, and other things, so she'd had a time of it, pretending to be Curdie and had left a terse, irritated note for the Doctor, before she'd left.
She swept in now, in black and white, flowers in her hair. She would wait for him here. She told him to come and find her as they needed to talk.
She hoped he'd at least be wearing shoes this time!