The Doctor was absorbed in checking coordinates. Right time zone,
yes, yes, right area. Yes, right location? Yes. Terrible parking?
No, he didn't do too badly, just off of the dance floor---

Wait! Romana was leaving! He jogged towards the door in order to
catch up with her.

Outside the door was a black-floored dance hall illuminated by white
lights cut into diamonds on the floor. There was a bar on the far
end of the dance hall, and an orchestra populated mostly of Draconian
harpists. The walls and ceiling appeared to be nonexistant, as the
dance hall was actually a space station sitting just outside of the Rexerian Sector and protected by a force field.

There were a variety of creatures perusing the location of many
cultures and many races.

"Here we are," he said, offering her his hand.