This party is woefully lacking in interesting snacks, so the TARDIS has decided to see if there are at least beverages on offer that she hasn't tried yet. It's only because she's so distracted by the unwieldiness of her dress that she doesn't realize who it is that her poofy skirt is brushing up against on her way to the bar. When she does sense his mind a second later, she manages to stop herself from saying anything, as to not further attract his attention, but can't help making a face like she's smelled something rotten.