"You should talk," Rose rejoined, arms crossing over her chest. The creak of leather followed the movement, and she looked down so he couldn't see her eyes. He didn't understand, and she couldn't blame him, not really. He hadn't yet seen... Where was he, in her timeline, anyway? If it'd been the taller, slender version of him looking down at her now, he wouldn't ever have questioned what she'd just tried to do. He'd've been standing up and saying the same thing.
That's what this one didn't understand. She'd always find him. She'd never stop. Even when the barriers between their worlds were supposedly closed forever, she'd still found a way across. The second time... Well, she'd still been trying. He didn't know it, because she'd never tell him. But maybe he already knew. And, she hoped, he was also the Doctor who would always come for her. But that, she didn't know.
"When was the last time you saw me, before here?" Finally, she lifted her head. "You never told me. You left me in London, you said, but.... Where were we before that? Who had we seen? Have we met Jack yet? The nanogenes? Have you danced with me yet?"
That was the first time she'd seen that particular look in his eyes. That look. It changed, after a while longer. And then it changed again. But that'd been the first time. Dancing in the TARDIS. Rose was smiling, just a little, very softly.