She was. She'd always been Drusilla. Didn't the Doctor - who was supposed to be so clever - realise that he'd only seen what he'd wanted to see?

With a slight smile, Drusilla's gaze flickered briefly to Rose's face. She hoped that her irritation wouldn't take the shine of the treat she'd given to the Doctor.

"From your head," she said, as if that should have been obvious.