The Doctor, hands in his pockets and frowning slightly, wandered into the bar. He was looking for Mictain. (Well, that's not actually true, he was looking for his screwdriver, but if he could find Mictain that would be a help. The demon was so much better at looking for thins.)

"Has anyone seen my - ?" he began, but then stopped.

He looked around. He considered the new surroundings. "Nice," he said. "Re-decorating. Need any help?"