Right.

Amy trotted along the corridor, stark naked, terrified that at any minute somebody was going to burst out from a hidden door and see her without any clothes on. She had the distinct feeling the TARDIS was laughing at her. It was infuriating. How dare it play a prank like this! It was only a dumb machine, and she was Amy Pond!

She stopped, clasping her arms to her bare breasts. The corridor had come to an end, in a pair of identical-looking doors. One was painted blue and one was painted green. There was no other difference between them.

Amy bit her lip and glanced around nervously, waiting for another awful, embarrassing surprise. Was she supposed to pick one? What kind of perverted game was the TARDIS playing? Still, she supposed she had ****.