Ace isn't in the dimly lit console room, but her coat is hanging on the coatstand by the door. There's only one other door, and the TARDIS has thoughtfully highlighted it in white light. There's only one other door in the hallway beyond as well.

In that one other room, Ace is curled up in front of the roaring fireplace, the rain coming down heavily on the barely-seen rosegarden outside, Magic curled up beside her doing her best to be helpful. Ace is clinging to the lanky dog, bawling into the short black fur.