She likes (loves adores) an anomaly because they all remind her of herself, but this one is something else, and utterly beyond her reckoning, and she's done plenty of reckoning in her hay days (which are were and will be numerous). She's shifting her weight from one foot to the other, and gnawing at her lip. She's looking for a word. It's a big word, but it isn't a sad word. It's big , and it's old, and it's- no, it isn't one word. It's manywordsdrummingtogether insider her too small, too big brain. 

The door to the establishment in question swings open of its own accord, and she grins, loosing all sense of herself. She looks around, expecting her thief (he was is and will be very good at opening doors to places), but she hasn't seen him in an age. She doesn't enter the place. Something stays her feet (a first but there's a first time for everything, she supposes). She perches at the door frame. A raven caws from somewhere inside. An omen. Even Time Lords had has will have them, and she isn't sure if it's meant to be ill, or otherwise.

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