[she's never been one for crowds, but the idea of speaking with others of an intellectual sort is compelling enough to get her to show. the TARDIS flits about at the edge of the room mostly, trying to pick up tidbits of conversation here and there, before finding a cozy spot to sit down and begin jotting her own notes and drawing up diagrams, some based off her own theories, others from what she hears around the room]
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