It wasn't that big of an occasion, seeing as she'd always had a prediliction for skirts and dresses during their travels -- even when in peril, she liked dresses. Of course, having a gentleman like Harry about to keep the hem down was always good. But she wore a dress with a cardigan and was waiting in her room, powering K-9 off and setting him underneath the bed. There was no need for him to hear any of this.
She was nervous. Far more nervous than she wanted to be, really, considering it was the Doctor. She'd even applied lipstick for the man. It was true, though, what she'd said to him that day when he'd left. She'd never gotten over him; never found a man who could replace him.
And now, with the both of them there, she'd have to face facts, already.