"You're a bloke who has got nothing on his bones and relies a bit too much on his good looks to get anywhere." She perked her eyebrows up, challenging him to disagree with her. Then she smoothed her coat over before turning right and heading down the crosswalk.

Annabell glanced behind her to make sure he was following. Her thumb rubbed over the inside of her wrist where the chip was, knowing what was going to happen. It seemed like so much to risk on the off chance that the man who called himself Doctor would actually help, but somehow she knew he would.

It was just a walk down the street before the dame stopped in front of a club. Annabell climbed the last few steps and put her hand on the door, looking back at the Doctor. "Follow my lead. Unless you want to end up arrested on your first tour."