At that offer to listen, Rose's attention perked. It sounded familiar. Even the way it was worded, as stumbling as the words had been, nudged something at the edge of her conscious. The young woman in front of her was probably about her age, maybe a couple of years younger, though Rose's sense of time had been more than thrown off since moving to an entirely new dimension, so who knew, really?
She took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself. "I know you," she blurted, though that wasn't entirely true. "From the journal entry. About the dreams, right?" She'd offered to listen then, too, and Rose had been reluctant to share. After all, what did most people know about dreams about Daleks and Cybermen and losing the one person closest to them. But then again, a lot of people could relate to dreams about losing someone close to them and dreams about dying. "I'm fine. Sort of. Okay, that might be pushing it. Anyway, are you okay? I swear I'm not ordinarily such a clod--well, maybe a bit."