Rose smiled at the expression on Nebula's face. "Coffee's not for everyone." When she was sure nothing would burn if she stepped away, she set out the milk and sugar and a couple of spoons. "Here, these may help. Milk helps take off some of the bitterness; sugar adds sweetness. Some add just one. Me, I do a bit of both." She demonstrated, fixing a second cup for herself. "Or you might not like it any way it comes, and we can find you something else you might like better." She raised her mug in a toast before taking a sip.
She turned her attention back to cooking, pausing to offer an apologetic look. "Unfortunately, I do or all sorts of bad things happen, like hallucinations and general crankiness. That means at least six hours stuck in one spot each night. The TARDIS can do up neighboring rooms for us. Not gonna be very big because of that weird transmat radius, but it's at least a bit of privacy. You could read or something. Or you can tote around my unconscious self on a field trip if you get bored." A half-shrug. Rose doubted that she'd be able to sleep through it, but she didn't mind the occasional interrupted night's rest if it helped put her new flatmate at ease. "Not sure if that's more or less inconvenient than hanging about here, though."