He tilted his head back when he heard her voice, so that for a brief moment he was looking at her upside down. It made him smile again and he lifted his head into its proper position then stood up, hands drawing away from the bench he'd just been sitting on and opening up to his sides instead, as if to say 'ta-da'. "I bet he doesn't say fantastic." Only then did his hands lower down and he simply stood there, smiling at her from the other side of the bench, blue eyes lowering down over her shoulders, her chest, her waist, all the way down her legs to her shoes.. and back up again, and all with that ear-to-ear smile.
"You look different, since a week ago." Well, a week for him. Years for her. "Different, but nice." The difference between the two, after she'd spent so long with the Tenth Doctor, would be unmistakable. Not just his physical appearance, but the way he spoke, the way he acted. Rose had fixed a broken Ten (two of them, actually). But Nine? Fresh from the Time War, he was still in pieces. Pieces that were scattered too far and wide to put back together without a regeneration to help it along. Nine had had a short run, a necessary evil, in order to help move him into the man he was supposed to become.
"Have you tried to cross the town line yet? Sort of a freaky thing, really. The road just stays there, but it's like walking on a treadmill, it just keeps going. Stretching out into oblivion. I walked for an hour one way, and two steps the other way to get back where I'd come from. It's remarkable, really." Still the same man. Still avoiding talking about the things that concerned him. It'd taken him so long just to tell her who he was, where he was from, anything about him, really. So different from his successor. At least they both rambled, that was some comfort.