“Fancy place meeting you,” he smiled up to her. The brilliance of his intelligent mind of his had never had registered the position he was in. “Not a comfortable spot, cold stone cement. Takes the element out, er adds an interest element of shock,” he grinned to someone who scorn at them. “Sadly, people are not appreciating us napping on the walk way.” He started to move but he slid his leg up and realized Rose was still on him. When she was moving her way, in way if the Doctor had a mind of a man, he would like the position she was in. But, the Doctor doesn’t see that way, not yet, or ever, or never or…maybe slightly a chance.
What, he like Rose being on was her smile looking over him, that image stayed with him and the scent of her shampooed hair. He would be able to track Rose down on her scent now. She was like an angel to him. He sort was sad that they had to get up and move. He had did enjoy that