Rapunzel had seen the Doctor's invitation for a party on the Network, and had decided that she probably needed to get out of the apartment rather badly. Unfortunately, the forced removal of her hair had apparently taken a little bit of the poor things confidence as well, so she was standing near the edge of the yard, one arm curled in front of her waist to hook her other arm as she peered around. Pascal was seated on her shoulder, eying the folks that came close to her.

She'd probably open up eventually...frankly, dancing would be hard to resist for long, for Rapunzel, but for the moment she was just sort of watching everyone in a little bit of a daze.