There was a space ship (or what she assumed was a space ship) parked at the bottom of the lake. Rose couldn’t help but smile at the image her mind conjured. “What do you need to recharge it?” She probably wouldn’t be able to help much. She tended to tune out the Doctor’s more lengthy lectures when he got to talking about how the TARDIS worked. Still, it didn’t hurt to ask.
“Nice to meet you, Galen. I’m Rose. So. . . mage,” she repeated, testing the word. “That’s a bit like a wizard, isn’t it?” She assumed it was more like a different species. Alien. However, she also knew enough from her travels to know that it wasn’t always polite to flat out ask if that was the case. “When are you from?” she finally settled on, “I’m from 2006.”
Rose shook her head. “Not really.” Not that she was aware of anyway. “But from what I’ve heard, the number doesn’t seem to be getting any smaller.”