Finally having recollected herself after being disoriented, she blinked a few times as her eyes focused on the monitor which moved in front of her. As if the Tardis was showing her that she didn't camouflage the ship in time in order to remain incognito. Well, that sucks. The girl only seemed to be there with a gun, and there were children, but they were sent away without much of a hassle. Letting out a light sigh she would scratch the back of her head as if anxiety was about to be built up and she made an agitated expression.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"The hell am I going to do with this hunk of junk?"</span>She muttered as she walked over to the door and then paused. Was she about to walk outside and open a door to greet some armed mad woman? Wait, was she a mad woman? Of course, they just landed in what seemed to be their backyard, right? Courtyard maybe? The Advent's head was spinning again and she placed a hand upon her own forehead in thought. After a few seconds, she put up her index finger as if she found out an idea and went on over to what seemed to be a glove compartment in the main interface and took out her pistol, holstered it on her belt and her super-duper handy-dandy sonic screw driver and anti-registry key. With that she would walk over to the door, not before grabbing what looked like a black fleece fall coat.<br/><br/>Once at the door, she would gently nudge it open with the back of her hand and peer out with one eye. The Advent would appear to be that of a teenager for the most part, at most probably sixteen to eighteen. About average height for someone whom was still mentally and physically developing, but with beautiful doll-like eyes that seemed almost unnaturally alluring and glossy. Grasping the inner nob with her other hand, she dare not step out of the Tardis, only allowing half of her face and her shoulder be visible to the woman onlooking the strange craft. While she may be unable to see much inside, she'd probably be able to easily say it was bigger on the inside.