"I set the kitchen on fire at home." She admits with mirth. "Mostly because Luke, my adopted son, was leaving for Oxford, but cooking is not my strong suit. I get distracted." She moves closer slightly. "And yes, very stubborn. Just like my heart, it…
"I think… I think someone knew I’d like to see you. This you." Sarah sighed. "I investigate odd things, occurances like we used to." She reaches in her pocket and pulls out her sonic lipstick then puts it back. "How I felt…" Pursing her lips, she cocked her head. "Have you met a young man named Clyde Langer? He’s an artist." Of all her friends, Clyde would have been the one most likely to have seen the Curator, to have put things together. He liked to pretend as though he wasn’t clever, but he was and this ‘chance’ meeting just screamed of Clyde.
"I think there was a bit of a conspiracy to get me here, to imply that I needed to see the picture." She shakes her head. "If there was anything too dangerous, Luke would have never let me go on my own."The name rang a bell but he couldn’t put a face to the name so he shook his head in reply. “Can’t say I have. Too many people come through here, too many calls.” He arched an eyebrow at the lipstick but didnt question it.
He made a sound at the back of his throat at the last bit. “Zygons aren’t here anymore, so there isn’t any danger. He is only looking after you.”
She sniffs a bit indignantly. “I haven’t needed anyone looking after me in a long time.” Completely denying the entire Ruby White incident. “That was my sonic. It’s a bit easier to hide than a screwdriver.”
She walks around the room, running her hand against the rondel like installation on the wall opposite the painting. “So no chasing Nessy through London this time?” She smiles. “This is so much like your old TARDIS… Well the main control room anyway.”