Florence pops the hat on her head with a grin. It had become her favourite thing to wear and the odd looks she got in almost every time zone and planet were well worth the protection it afforded.
They were going to Earth today- and not to visit her family as much as she enjoyed that.
It had been a long time since she had been on the planet just as tourist and the Mistress had acquiesced rather easily. Florence presumed that it was as much for the T.A.R.D.I.S to refuel and to get involved in a few bar fights without Florence intervening (because they normally involved fire or the annihilation of a small village) as it was for Florence's benefit.
So they settled down in Cardiff and went their separate ways.
Apart from the T.A.R.D.I.S which had, as soon as they had got out, taken on the appearance of a pebble. Apparently she wasn't keen of U.N.I.T catching sight of her.
Florence didn't blame her.
"Back here before five please, Miss. Wright. We can't let you get caught up in the reproductive frenzy the rest of your species seem to enjoy so much." Florence rolls her eyes thinking that even the Mistress doing that would be more likely than her.
True to form the hat did garner her a lot of curious looks, quite a few glares for the oddity and the occasional jealous one.
She kept an eye on any statues she passed, preferring not to be shunted back in time today.
The human walked around aimlessly, window shopping despite the fact that she knew she had everything she could ever want on the T.A.R.D.I.S and enjoying her time to be around the things she had grown up with (although she supposed this phrase was redundant with the fact that she had lived many more years on the T.A.R.D.I.S than encompassed the whole of her youth on this planet).
The presence of normal humans and the constant babble of chatter is rather more relaxing when they aren't about to riot and she doesn't have to run through them from whatever alien was hunting them down this week.
So Florence sits herself on a park bench and reacclimatises to Earth.
The gravity is just right and the composition of the air makes breathing easy- any new version of Earth just doesn't compare to the original.
A flock of pigeons scatter as some kid runs through them, squawking in what she thinks is an impression of them. She forgot how stupid children were.
Someone taps her on the shoulder. Florence springs from the bench ready to swing a punch, pull out the gun and take control of their mind.
They turns out to be a small girl.
Florence doesn't relax- for all she knows the thing could be a Zygon or an oddly realistic Auton or any number of deadly alien that can camouflage as or possess humans.
Nearby someone who looks to be the alien's commanding officer places a hand against its head, still pushing her child carrying device and seemingly annoyed.
Pushchair.
She really has been away for a long time.
"Your mother is over there. You should return to her and remember that speaking to strangers is not wise." Florence folds her arms, hoping that the kid or alien gets the idea. She doesn't.
"Can I wear your hat?" The brat points at her hat and instantly tips, not that she knows, Florence's alien radar. She straightens, stepping backwards.
"No. I suggest you return to your commanding officer." The girl is confused.
"What?"
"Return to your commanding officer." The child stares up at her.
"You're weird." Florence begins to get an inkling that this might be a real human child. Hand in her pocket just in case she marches the human up to its mother.
"It would do your girl a favour to teach her not to talk to people she doesn't know. Especially ones who don't look normal- they probably aren't." The woman blushes, placing a possessive hand over her daughter's shoulder and calling back the boy who had ran through the pigeons.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over her." The three quickly leave- the boy sitting in the child carrying- pushchair- and the mother's lips a grim line.
