Calliope has had a bit of a strange morning as well. She awoke to a dreadfully cold room downright unbearable in her cherub shape and still quite uncomfortable to her troll biology, so much so that the first thing she did upon getting out of bed was to put on a fluffy blue bathrobe and socks over her pajamas before making her bed and brushing her hair. Then she'd heard a ghostly sad sound out in the hallway, prompting her to investigate. But all she'd found was a bathroom very gently overflowing with ice cold water, a few doors mounted on the corridor ceiling, and a confused seeming animal with bouncy white fur wandering along. It ran off when she tried to offer her assistance.

It's around the time when she starts floating for a bit and gets her horns quite painfully tangled in some pipes that she realizes this isn't the sort of delightful quirkiness that comes with living in this magnificent place. Something isn't right. Which is an impression that gains all manner of credibility when she finally comes upon the Doctor wearing a strange kind of dress and being accosted by a very large, very fierce looking creature. Oh dear.

She lets out a soft gasp in surprise and stops in her tracks. "Um. Doctor?" she ventures, caught between concern and nervousness. "Am I... interrupting?"