He most likely would have hated some of her favourite places, then, considering the TARDIS loved idling beside suns to soak up the heat. Granted, her interior was climate-controlled, but he'd never be able to look outside on the scanners until she felt like moving.

"At least we are spared that place now," she offered, giving one last glance at his room before following him toward the bridge as he wanted. If he had gotten the viewscreen working, perhaps she could offer some assistance from the bridge, as well. "How might it log in remotely if you are denied access, I wonder? Do you suppose there is a dampener on board making it impossible for you to connect with the computer?"