The sad part was, he probably wouldn't bother her one bit at any normal time. For God's sake, he looked like a sweet ball of fluff compared to a Dalek, after all. But she was tired, she was grumpy, and she was, in all fairness, confused. So in his defense, anyone would've pissed her off just then. It wasn't only him. Though if she knew he'd considered her defenseless, all bets were off. Just because she wasn't brandishing some fancy sword, didn't mean she was completely without skill.
"Maybe," Rose mused, looking towards the direction he'd pointed at. "And maybe that's just a trap in itself. Get you to go somewhere else, be involed with...other things." Flashes of memory shot through her mind: Satellite 5, the 'ghosts' across the world, even a seemingly normal dinner party. How many times had she been swayed to think something was one thing and it had turned into another? "And I beg to differ with you, but being held against my will be a little ugly creature doesn't go over well with me. There will be a way out, and if it's not through there? Then it's something else. And I'll find it." Eventually. Somehow. She once again wished the Doctor were with her, but for entirely different reasons than usual. Even her mum would be preferable to a load of strangers. She wondered if her parents would notice she was missing, or if there were two of her and one was back home. Somehow.