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There happens to be a considerable fewer amount of the Doctor than there were the last time he was here, that time he had been split into three. Now he's back to normal, or rather, as normal as is usual. He seems just a touch on the worried side about something as he wanders through the Nexus. His pace is leisurely but his eyes are darting around as if trying to see everything at once, and every so often, if he's in the middle of a large crowd, he'll jump up, trying to see over everybody's heads (this, unfortunately, isn't one of his taller bodies. Shame, really, he likes being taller).
Finally he stops walking long enough to address everybody nearby who cares to listen. "You wouldn't have happened to have seen a girl around here lately, would you have? About this tall," he holds one hand up to chin-height, "blonde, northern accent, answers to the name Lucie Miller?"
Finally he stops walking long enough to address everybody nearby who cares to listen. "You wouldn't have happened to have seen a girl around here lately, would you have? About this tall," he holds one hand up to chin-height, "blonde, northern accent, answers to the name Lucie Miller?"