Jack sighs, his shoulders slump slightly, and when he looks at Romana and the Doctor again, his eyes are such a clear, pale blue, they almost shine.
"I'm not coping well," he says, and gives a brief laugh. "What an understatement." He glances at Martha and Gwen, then back to Romana, who at least spoke to him as if he mattered. The Doctor had been cold when he spoke earlier.
He hates me. I killed Rose...
"We can't stay here," he says hoarsely. Nearby, Tim Hunter starts to organize people and a girl he doesn't know passes through the wall of the residence as if it were air. He looks back to Romana and finds a crooked smile. "You're ginger now," he says, then turns sadly away. "I guess we could go over there..."