As the artificially generated Galifreyan walked through the night she attempted to organize what remained of her thoughts. She liked the cool air of the night, the wide open fields broken by lines of trees, and the odd boxes on the periphery felt comforting, but she knew she should keep her distance. She felt certain that given time she would remember what those were. In the meantime she enjoyed the soft hair-like grass tickling her new feet and legs as they moved through the flowing forms suspended in the evening breeze.
She could not remember if this planet had any moons, but the star light lit her path well enough. Looking back across her trail the wind slowly reorganized the grass obscuring all record of her journey. That felt right, no one should follow her. Whether because she was dangerous or her mission was a secret she could not tell.
A small lizard lighted upon her shoulder fluttering its iridescent wings. At first she thought it might be looking for more of that meat from the crater, but before she could bat it away the little creature began to coo and nuzzle her neck. Tactics models and survival cooking plans began to play in her mind, but she just couldn't get herself to accept this cute little saurian as a threat, so she brought her hand slowly up to touch it.
Before she could pet it though a new element entered her models, one that was a threat. She dropped to the ground and rolled forward in the grass as a flash lit up the field for a split second and a concussive burst silenced the local wildlife. Her movements felt awkward with her new proportions. She had no weapons, the grass provided only minimal obfuscation of her location, and there would be no backup coming to rescue her. The shooter had every advantage. Perhaps if they shot again she could identify which of the boxes at the edge of the field they were hiding in.
For a moment she wondered why it mattered if she was blasted, she would just regrow, but it did hurt, and she still hadn't remembered what her mission was. If she had to completely regenerate her brain it might be weeks before she would remember, and by then it would be too late.
"That was a warning shot!" an older man yelled out from the dark silhouette of the farm house. Jenny felt excitement to have remembered what the box was, mixed with a compulsion to make a snarky reply about his aim. Instead she decided to remain quiet. "I'll not have some oozing alien eating up my crop. Get back in your ship and go home. I saw you land out there, now get off our rock before I blast you off it." So he knew of space travel and aliens, but of course Jenny didn't have a home to return to, and she still had her mission.
Models showed that if she stood up, even to surrender, he would likely just shoot her, but if she moved with the changes in breeze he should be unable to detect her movements in the tall grass. Creeping forward she made slow progress until she felt confident he wasn't looking in her direction, then she sprinted for the porch and grabbed for the gun.
Turning it on the old man she switched it from aerial burst to tight beam, about to pull the trigger she heard a male voice echoing distantly in her mind 'I never would.' In this moment of reflection her models warned her too late for her to stop it before she was knocked unconscious.