Sexy looks up, phone still pressed against her ear, and blinks twice at Romana. Sometimes she’s not altogether sure where she is in the time stream - past, present, or future - but rarely do the settings collide like this. Something certainly must be wrong if she’s a human and Romana is standing in front of her. Sexy was never particularly good at holding on to things she didn’t access from her databases regularly, but she’s about 85% sure it’s been several hundred years since she last saw the Timelady in front of her.

“My, you do look different dear. But then, I suppose, we all look a bit funny.” Sexy cocks her head to the side, curls falling messily over her shoulder. The phone’s still ringing by her mouth. “I don’t see why not. That’s what these things do, isn’t it? That’s their job.”

“Did I do it wrong?” She holds the phone receiver out at arms length, frowning.