Rose Tyler & the Twelfth Doctor
Rose's grin widened as she listened to him work his way through his metaphor. It really was an extraordinary thought process, and she could see his lectures being fantastic if not on topic. She clapped in delight when he finished his explanation. "Oh, that's an absolutely brilliant way to look at it. I love it."
She caught his change in mood with sharp eyes. She had always been observant when it came to people, and she'd had to be at the top of her game dealing with Donna and UNIT. This poor man was just here to have fun and here she was, a perfect stranger, bringing him down. God, she was an idiot.
She bit her lip, looking contrite. "Look, I was just teasing you; I swear I used to be better at it. But you don't need to try so hard, okay? You're plenty cool without bringin' bands and fancy titles into it." And there was no way she was touching the subject of his attractiveness; that'd just end up being incredibly awkward.
"For what it's worth, I quite like Basil, but I suppose I've gotten rather attached to the idea of names..." Rose hadn't realized how much of her identity had been wrapped up in her name until she couldn't use it anymore. She had traveled to many places and times before her fall, but there had always been two constants: the Doctor's hand in hers and the fact that she was Rose Tyler. Dimension-hopping had been searching for one at the cost of the other, and she had been adrift. To have at least one of them back meant everything to her. She still grinned at something as small as being asked for a name to go on her drink order.