The TARDIS didn't even attempt to hide her elation at Dukat's increased pace, stepping into the lift and looking about as he took a more relaxed stance. She was ever curious and took the time to study what she could of the interior before the lift came to a gentle, if abrupt, halt at engineering, pneumatic doors sliding open to admit them to the core of the ship.

She didn't bother waiting, intent on 'meeting' the Rotarran whilst Dukat did whatever it was he came to do. The ship doubted he'd find anything of note, though she kept close just in case, ignoring the computers for the moment to simply look and feel, closing her eyes and running her hands against the walls and floors as though she could feel whatever had been ailing the ship through touch alone.