They stepped into the bar again, this time wary of potential enemies, but things seemed to have settled down- the mess was being cleaned up, there was no sign of the Judoon, and the Sontarans had all left to chase an imaginary TARDIS which was right back where they started.
The Doctor whispered to Fenn, "If we split up, we'll get more information. Just don't go too far, d'you hear me?"
She nodded and immediately wandered off into the crowd. The Doctor spotted a group of Vinvocci and walked over to them- he figured he might as well start off with a species he was friendly with. Sort of.
Half an hour later, having found no leads, the Doctor went through the bar, looking for Fenn. He saw her in a dark, secluded corner, talking with a dark-haired man in a strange black uniform. The man looked shady, almost like some sort of black market trader. He could tell Fenn was uneasy- her shoulders were tense and she spoke in a low voice that he couldn't hear. He called out to her, "Fenn, come on! We have to go!"
She glanced quickly over her shoulder at him, said something to the man, and they both stood up. The Doctor called again, starting to worry, "Come on, Fenn, we've got to go before the Sontarans come back!"
Fenn came slowly back to the Doctor, glancing back over her shoulder once or twice at the strange man she had been talking with. He could see, now that she was closer, that she looked deeply shaken and even... no, surely not. But if he hadn't known her better he would say- scared. It was this realisation that worried the Doctor even more. He looked into her face, concerned; but again he found that he couldn't read her expression.
"Fenn, what's wrong? Who was that?"
To his utmost surprise, Fenn took his hands in hers and held them close to her chest. The Doctor could have sworn, in that moment that he felt two hearts beating under his palms.
He looked up at Fenn and saw tears rolling down her cheeks. He spoke slowly, almost afraid of the answer, "Who are you?"
"I'm sorry," she said, and the handcuffs clicked shut.
"As an authorized Time Agent, I hereby declare you under arrest by the order of the Shadow Proclamation, for crimes such as genocide, murder, theft and disrupting the timeline of a fixed event in time."
He looked at her, his expression hard, "I trusted you."
Again, those tears. He wished she would stop crying so that he wouldn't pity her. But then she spoke, and he immediately regretted his thoughts.
"They have Hannah."