She just nodded, remembering somewhat it was like to be 10. Definitely a lot of running and exploring. Oh, the stories she had as 10. Rose knew most of them. Well, sort of. "I liked to explore- still do! I think I always will, no matter what else changes." She paused, considering. "It's odd, you know. Changing so much. All the people are still in your head, flushing about and the memories of those past selves are still there. I suppose it's like growin' up. 'Cept when it's growin' down. Oh, you have loved my 11th!"
She was already going off and smiling again as Rose settled on the well. What to say? Could it hurt? She supposed not, really. "Just promise no telling other me, okay?"
Once she was sure Rose would keep the secret, 13 grinned and started. "Well, my eleventh form was younger- big chin, floppy hair, and I went through a bowtie phase. Which was really cool, by the way. 'Course then there were the angels- you've never met the angels have you? Probably for the best. But you would have loved Amy and Rory! I traveled with them for years, practically watched 'em grow up. Well, literally watched Amy grow up. Sort of."