action;
[Rose purses her lips and twists them to one side. She doesn't like the idea of that at all. She fishes in the neckline of her tee shirt and pulls out the TARDIS key then pulls it over her head and hands it to him.] Probably won't do us much good, or the wouldn't've let us keep it.
[It's something though, some tie to the TARDIS that will probably mean more to him that it will to her.]