That smile. Rose quieted, and when his words came, she took a breath. He did know he'd lost her. It was there, in that expression, in the quietness of his eyes. It seemed in that moment that something vital and precious had left him, something that, once gone, could never be replaced.
It's different now that he's here.
It was. She couldn't have said that herself in the moment before; she hadn't quite put her finger on that change just yet. But he had. He clearly had, and he was right. She frowned at her knees and shifted a little on the bed. Something felt wrong, like the moment when you realize that you've overestimated your own talent at balance and strength and you're about to drop everything you have in your arms. She straightened again on the edge of the bed and leaned forward a little, staring now at his knees instead. Her stomach was slowly twisting into a hard, ugly knot.
"Wait a minute," she said, lifting her head and looking straight at him. She'd seized on one thing she knew in the miasma of strangeness. "You're saying Time Lords don't actually shave?" The grin came without her trying. She was up on her feet, then, lightly plucking the razor out of his hand in one moment, and gone back to her humid bathroom again in the next. Sounds followed afterward, sounds of shuffling things about, tiny metal clinks, a cupboard closing, water running.
When she came back, she was armed - two hand towels, one damp and warm, the other dry; a can of shaving cream, a small cup of warm water. She swept her arm across her vanity, pushing bottles and jars aside to give herself some extra room, then setting the supplies there instead.
"Right," she said, advancing on the one she'd pulled into her room. "You'd better watch, then, so --" She took his hand and tugged him up, stole the chair back, and set it back in place at her vanity so he could see in the mirror while she worked. And then there was the matter of his jacket. She pushed at the lapels with her hands, all so efficient and business-like, but the knot in her stomach was changing into something else, and maybe her eyes didn't quite make it up to his eyes, just then.