“Oh bloody hell.” They were surrounded and were definitely going to have to fight their way out. Rose didn't know about Cloud, but she wasn't exactly known for her fighting skills. But what other options did they have other than shouting for help. There was no one around. The only bystanders she remembered seeing were the two now approaching. The woman was still on the ground, but she appeared to be slowly pushing herself back. Good for her, but that left no one to hear their call for help.
Call!
Cell phone! Rose had a cell phone. She thought this was a brilliant idea and she immediately reached into her back pocket and flipped it open. It was a hard habit to shake, especially since she had refused to throw in the towel and just put it away in a drawer somewhere. She hadn't given it up when the battery had died. Not after Galen first charged it up. And not even after the Doctor from the future had told her that his previous self probably didn't even know she was missing. She just couldn't. There was something comforting about having it there in her back pocket all the time. It was like a piece of home.
She figured she'd call the Doctor (she still had the TARDIS listed as a contact from after the Slitheen incident), and he and the TARDIS would be there in a matter of seconds. She didn't think, in her slightly panicked state, that there might be a fall out if a space ship suddenly materialized in the middle of the street. Nor did she remember that her phone couldn't even make the call.
“Stupid 1964.” muttered Rose when it didn't work. She was only half listening as thug number one said something about not wanting witnesses, but it gave her pause. Then an idea and oh, she hoped this worked.
“Well, you're outta luck then, aren't ya?” Thankfully her voice, though rushed, was a bit more steady. “Cause I'm from the future. And in the future we have these handy little things called cell phones. I can make a phone call anywhere to anyone. But not just that! It can take pictures. Like yours,” which she was doing just then, “which . . . Oops. I've already sent to the coppers.” A lie. “Which means your ugly faces are gonna be plastered all over the city tomorrow. So if I were you, I would think really hard about how much of your pathetic little life you wanna spend in a jail cell.”
Her hand was tight on the phone and the other had grabbed Cloud's arm. If that didn't work she would push him forward toward the woman. They would have to at least try to make a break for it. Please work though. Please work. Please work!