The TARDIS was, admittedly, confused. "But I am inhuman. Or should be. This isn't my proper body. I've been stuffed in it -- like a sardine, I believe is your term. Have you ever seen those cans? So many fish in such a dreadfully small place. Though even that doesn't quite fit. Humans are so much bigger on the inside than I ever imagined. I always wondered how you managed."

She was rambling again and only became aware of the fact once Hattie began pushing her toward the stairs. The ship blinked, looking over her shoulder at the blonde. "So my being different is acceptable so long as I'm not too different? And my name crosses that threshold? Curious. I'll have to remember that."

Noting the pictures as they pass, the TARDIS pursed her lips as they entered the bathroom, doing her best to catalogue what went where so she could better determine what she'd need. "Oh, I suppose. There's enough room to the north side to add the basin, though it might require re-working the shower somewhat. Have you any plans for the size or should I just decide as I go?"