Breakfast had been... better than the Doctor had expected it to be. Trying to get a fresh start had worked (after a fashion), but now that it was later, it was time to start dealing with everything he'd decided to delay. Keeping an eye out for Donna, Dean, and Peter in particular, he started to make his way to the bulletin board, intending to leave a couple of notes for them, if nothing else, just to see whether they were here.

Half-way there, he spotted someone unexpected: the Auton who'd shot at him and Castiel over a week ago. But... No, that couldn't be right. Perhaps she just looked like the Auton, or vice versa; non-human(oid)s here were all in human bodies, and that night she had very clearly revealed non-human, non-organic features...

He found himself making his way towards the girl, bulletin board and notes for mates forgotten for the time being.

"Sorry," he said to get her attention, coming to a stop nearby. "Might've got the wrong person, but—... Have we met before?"