Night had fallen, and now that the population appeared to have settled down somewhat, the Rani was searching the park for:
- a mop
- a bucket, preferably the janitorial sort that included a wringer
- a broom
The sad fact of the matter was that until her TARDIS had had a good chance to rest and recover from its recent trials, the Rani couldn't really use most of her equipment, short of what was required for basic day-to-day living. Which meant, for example, that rather than run a sonic steriliser in her laboratory, she'd have to clean the thing out by hand. The old-fashioned way.
At least it was something to do. And it kept her clear of Those Two. Who she was not going to ask for help, the fools. -can't help remembering how their kind of "help" usually ended up with something broken, something else reprogrammed, and the one breaking out in a rash after getting his hands into something he shouldn't-
So the Rani was making her way through the park, searching for cleaning supplies, and any other odds and ends that might potentially be useful, and trying to avoid other people as much as possible.
((Feel free to get in her way at any point.))