It was a lot—new catchphrase, that. But he'd been right when he said she could handle it, however tentative her grip felt. Unsurprisingly, he looked a bit put out by the blubber of commotion, but Rose wouldn't begrudge herself this. She deserved plenty more and, even as bite and fluster started to dull, she at least acknowledged it. Didn't suffer a twinge of guilt as the Doctor moved to placate. Would've been easy, though. This new face of his, all sweet and apologetic, could've certainly inspired her.
Very dangerous.
Fixing him with a still wet stare, Rose swallowed around the lump in her throat. Didn't ask after Amy despite the way it nagged, didn't crumple into his offering arms despite how tempting it was. Hugs, she could've done with a few. "You said there were things we hadn't done," she said after a pause. "But what about all this? Me, here, now. He's by himself, ain't he?" Lashes clumped with wet mascara briefly fell, the line of her lips thinning. "You. You're out there right now with no one while I'm stuck on some ship."