The Doctor, typically, was more concerned about finding his jacket than the fact someone might have been listening at the door. Despite Dickson's assurances that he would ask the staff in the morning and he was sure it would turn up, the Doctor was quiet. He walked the mile through the cold dark streets with his arms folded and a vanilla expression on his face. He said almost nothing. Rose offered to lend him her cloak, but he told her not to be daft. ‘I'm not cold. It's the principle.’ Bizarrely, he was also more upset about his jacket disappearing from the dining room than he had seemed at the loss of the TARDIS
-> New Series Adventures: The Clockwise Man - Richards, Justin 9 sulking because he lost his jacket is my new favorite mental image.
