The President stopped, darn it. What had she dropped?<br/><br/>She stopped to check her pockets as the American soldier caught up with her.<br/><br/>"I'm Canadian" she said, a bit shortly although it sounded more like a tiring routine rather than being annoyed. She looked over the man. She didn't want to take another companion but the loneliness was driving her crazy. A drink couldn't hurt....<br/><br/>"A drink sounds nice. Some cranberry juice... Oh I guess you mean at the bar. I suppose that works as well." She clasped her hands together, looking at the sky as if deep in thought. Then her gaze turned to the horizon. She could trust her TARDIS to protect itself. It wasn't stupid. "I need someone to bounce ideas out off. Bishop right? At least that's what its says on the name tag."