If anyone had said describe Sarah Jane, paranoid probably would have been the first word they used. Which was just as well when everyone was actually out to get you. And she entirely blamed herself for the way she'd turned out. In some universes she had Luke, her son and she'd softened slightly but not by much. Even here, there had been kids with Jack, but they hadn't felt like hers. Not really. Not even in the way Luke felt like hers even if he wasn't.
"No, I don't.. not like Jack.. or me.." which wasn't to say that she was giving her heart away to anyone. Far from it. She loved Jack, and Rose in a different way then she'd loved Harry or Josh. But mostly she slept around to feel something other then empty all the time, she just never let herself get too involved. "And no wonder you're not getting any if you call girls old thing.." she smirked.