Having disrobed, the TARDIS continued looking at the cleaning items with an indifferent air. Then she marched over to the sink to wet down the cloth, scrubbing half-heartedly at her arms. "You know, I've never been fond of water. It doesn't go well with wiring. And being trapped underneath it for centuries isn't terribly exciting," she prattled, dutifully cleaning up, even if it was only the bare minimum. "Have you ever had a short? It always takes the Doctor months to fix anything, and by that point there's even more than there was the first time around." She paused to take a breath, glancing at Hattie as she did so. "How does one take care of a dress?"