To whom does the voice of the most recent arrival belong?

Amy Pond

As Dawn watched bemusedly, a twenty-something redhead who spoke with a thick Scottish accent walked up to the two woman and started lecturing them about the virtues of noninterference.

"For Pete's sake," said the newest arrival, "we have enough on our hands, what with Daleks, Sontarans, Cyberpeople and so forth. We don't need to mess around in Sunnydale. Bad things happen to time travelers in this area."

Well, duh, thought Dawn. Especially after dark.

"Mind your own business, Amy," said Romana. "I could have reversed Ms. Summers' wardrobe situation by now if it weren't for you and Romana's interference."

"Wait a minute," said Dawn to the woman in white. "I thought you were Romana."

"She's a Romana," said the woman in the straw hat. "But she's not the Romana. That title belongs to yours truly."

"Yeah, right," said the woman in white.

Dawn turned to the woman they called Amy. "Which one is the real Romana?"

Amy shrugged. "They both are. They're just too stubborn to admit it."

"Well, then," said Dawn, "if they can't help me, can you --"

"Sorry, kid," said Amy. "I wish I could help but I got a mission I got to go on and so do these two. Perhaps if after I'm don -- Oh, I don't want to promise anything. Maybe after I get done tracking down my daughter Melody... Oh, we'll see."

And just like that, the three women walked off and left Dawn alone in the alley.

Or at least she thought she was alone.

"I thought they'd never leave," said a voice behind her.