She'd gone back to her tinkering with the transmitter, spectacles on her nose now, but just as she clipped the last wire into the console, he said his name.
Of course. She snapped the spectacles off and looked sharply at him. "But of course you are," she said warmly after a half-second's pause. Of course. He couldn't have been anyone else. And could she really handle another John Smith, after the Universe telegraphed so very clearly the last time exactly what it means to travel with Rose, Last Time Lady of Gallifrey? She slammed a lever down, the course having finally plotted with the last of the data points. "Hold on!" she called in belated warning, as the TARDIS shuddered into the landing.
It was rough. Always was. She remembered laughing on the floor of the console room after having been flung there once before - she and he, just laughing. Her eyes shifted to the spot and flinched away. When the shaking stopped, she released the edge of the console and hurried toward the door.
"Right, then, lots to do, let's go, let's go," she encouraged him, waving him out of the TARDIS as she stood just outside the door. Her sonic was in her other hand, already scanning in the direction where her console told her the strongest dormant signal lie.