As much as she quietly held onto what had been, what still was, at least somewhere, Rose liked it too. It showed in the flash of smiling teeth, the way her hand fit effortlessly into his, as if nothing had changed. More comfort. For all that was new, the warmth and reassurance of his grasp wasn't.
"You're all limbs," Rose studied, humored, as she followed his insistence. Much like the fingers she still clung to, the TARDIS didn't disappoint either, despite the change all around her. It was so vibrant compared to what she'd been used to, more hectic and going every which way, but the atmosphere settled over her like a friend. She said nothing for a moment, only took it in, recollecting and watching ghosts only she could see, before tilting her attention back to him. "Not bad. A little busy, but it could be worse."
Cheeky. Whether she meant him or the TARDIS, or both, who could say.