The sounds of a TARDIS materalizing where unmistakable. But unlike the other TARDISes that were hanging about this place, as it landed, the appearance shifted to blend into the landscape, taking on the appearance of a lightpost outside of one of the shops. Despite the unfamiliarity of the TARDIS, the man that stepped out of it would have been a well known face to many of those in these parts.
That was, if he wasn't wearing a leather jacket and a shirt that looked like a reject from a 70s thrift store.
And if the smile on his face hadn't been quite so sincere.
Taking a deep breath, he spun, taking in the town from every angle before giving a slight laugh and petting the lightpost, "Getting a little off, are we, my dear? This doesn't look like Traken at all."