It wouldn't have been nearly as frustrating if she hadn't told him over and over again that he didn't need to be that person around her. That much hadn't and probably never would change. Despite everything, including her ever increasingly complicated emotions regarding him, she knew she'd always be there if he needed her. From that first trip together she had told him he wasn't alone anymore and didn't need to be.
Still, she made her way more fully into the room, taking the place on the bed beside him. One day he'd figure it out.
"Me? Course I am. She probably didn't want to be cooped up in this old place anyway." No Time Lord, or she supposed Time Lady adjacent, would. Which is why he probably seemed so miserable all the time. "She might have liked this world, though. She does love seeing new things." And trying new foods. And meeting new people. In so many ways, Jenny was so like her father.
Reaching out, she took one of his hands in hers. She'd known him long enough to know the subtle signs of stress. Whether he accepted that or not. Besides, she had once promised him a hand to hold and she never went back on promises. Least of all to him. When she had any control over it anyway. "And just what if we do get forced to walk the plank, hmm? I'm a decent enough swimmer, but you'll probably wear that bloody coat of yours and drown and then what?"