The Doctor may have hated Torchwood and what they'd stood for in her old London, but to Rose, it was home now. She didn't really have much of a choice, honestly. She loved it, still being involved in everything that she'd once fought for. And, between her and Mickey, they'd definitely brought something new to the team.
"Is that the one who's... You know, who was there?" she asked, remembering something he'd mentioned about working with one of the survivors of Canary Wharf. They hadn't talked about his team much, which was a bit of a shame. Rose wanted to know more. He was right when he called her inquisitive. It was something she hadn't stopped even in this new place, asking questions around every corner, determined to find out anything she could. "I mean, you don't have to say," she added a beat later, realizing there was a fine line between curious and just plain nosy.
But then, they were friends, and friends were going to ask questions that affected their friends lives. And shagging that was no longer shagging? Definitely counted. "So wait, you knew him then and yet you're not shagging anymore? Why is he twat-like, hmm?"