It all seems normal

Ok, London wasn't exactly the way she remembered it, Rose would admit that. She didn't know this street. Still, it was a far cry from any conception of 'nowhere.'

Maybe she should go back to the TARDIS. Though come to think of it she couldn't remember exactly where it was, or how she'd gotten here. Her memory was fuzzy if she tried to focus.

She shook it off. Didn't matter, it was London, she'd run into a landmark sooner or later.

And then the wind picked up. Rose was wearing a jacket, a top, and then a knee-length denim skirt with tights; in the sudden breeze, she felt her skirt get picked up and pushed up.

She yelped; of all the million to one chances, what were the odds the wind would be at the perfect angle to push her skirt up?! Hurriedly she tried to push it down, keeping one hand pinning the front against her legs while the other kept the back down, blushing slightly.

As soon as the wind died down, Rose quickly started moving faster, far too aware that the whole street had just seen her panties, or at least seen them through her tights.

She gratefully hurried around a corner, and then just prayed no one would recognise her.

And then sighed. No, still no familiar features. Maybe she should turn back.

Well, she'd go in a circle, she wasn't going down that street again. Left, up a step-

She stumbled on surprisingly slippery stone, crying out as she toppled forwards, and her cheeks colouring again as she heard a tear. That was her tights, that had to be her tights; she reached back before getting up, and then squealed as she not only felt a sizeable tear going down the central seam, but realised her skirt and flown up again as she fell.

She might as well have her whole pantie-clad ass out! Blushing, Rose hastily pulled herself back to her feet, hastily pushing her skirt back down. Ok, not the best homecoming she'd ever had.

She glanced around, cheeks heating up when she realised just how many people were staring at her.

Surely nothing like that would happen again though, right? She could get new stockings when she found her way home, or back to the TARDIS, and either way her skirt would hide the tear.

It wasn't like every little thing about this world was geared entirely around exposing her.