His arse-ness earned him yet another kick, but this one was even more light and might have been mistaken as a prelude to a game of footsie if one chose to take it that way. However, Rose was beaming. Gossip! There it was. She knew he wouldn't be able to keep it in for long.
Leaning forward just as she used to during girls' nights with Shareen and Keisha, she dropped her head into her hands and fixed Jack with 'the look'. "Which bloke? Who is this? What do you mean he's being a twat? You can't start a conversation like that and not fill in the gaps, Jack Harkness, it's just not done!"
That and it got her mind off of her own...issue, so to speak. As grateful as she was to have that room in the TARDIS and as happy as she was that the ship had accepted her back so gracefully, it still felt strange. It was no fault of the Doctor's, Rose knew. But he could be so completely clueless sometimes and while it had never really bothered her before, the least he could do was admit that the feelings she'd spilled carelessly to him weren't returned.
Git, indeed. "So tell me more," Rose added, in a voice reminiscent of the Pink Ladies of Grease. "Who is he? Is he here? Did you know him already?"