Romana never found the whole bit of counting the steps in one's head when dancing to the waltz. The repetitive one-two-three, one-two-three only served to be a distraction if anything. It was only natural to let it flow through with the music, following the rhythm and pace.

And to dance like this with the Doctor was something more than natural. She held his hand in hers, the other holding his shoulder. Again none of the other dancers around them seemed to matter.