Much as she would have loved to spend a good chunk of the remaining night time berating the Doctor for being in the TARDIS and not having managed to free everyone there, morning was a very welcome sight. No geeks rambling on in front of her, no retorts from the Coluan (who was not and forever marked as 'spaceboy' for Donna) and, joy of joys, no more ring! That meant the Doctor had it. Lovely. She'd probably end up having to trade him back his specs for it, but after thinking about it a bit, she had to wonder if she really did want the ring back. It needed blood after all, so unless she wanted a vampire ring suddenly biting her finger, she was able enough to hoof it thank you very much!

So it was to breakfast on a better note than the night. If she spotted the spaceman she'd give him an earful, but for now she could just try to enjoy her food without too much trouble. Even if it was something sugary and sweet. Why couldn't they keep the cavity-inducing stuff to cereal and let them have a proper breakfast for a change?

She passed the toast and meat in favor of a nice fruit salad and a bagel before turning out to the room. Going through a few tables, Donna found her search for familiar faces side-tracked by someone who was drowning his pancakes. Not flooding, mind you, drowning.

"You should give 'em some air," she teased as she went by, unable to help either the remark or the grin that found its way onto her face. Too much like something the Doctor would have done.