Rose looked around, eyes momentarily widened in shock and confusion before she regained her composure. The woman talking to her looked a good five or ten years older, and with her worn denim, the way she wore her hair, the strange look in the back of her eyes, Rose instantly slotted her into the 'city crazy' category.
"Not the best time," she said as dismissively as she could manage, stopping to look at the other woman. She didn't particularly want her to follow her to the cab. "Uh. Do I know you?"
In her pocket, her hand shifted to check that the small can of mace was still there. Yep. Good.