"Wasn't crying," she denied, shaking her head. "Just having a bad dream." She was glad he'd woken her up, though. Proved reality was that much better.
And she didn't really mind him being on the bed, except that.. Well, he really shouldn't be, should he? She was mad about him and he was clueless and it really wasn't smart for him to be here.
She glanced away. "Doctor, it's late--" What use was it telling a Time Lord inside his time machine that it was 'late'? "I'm tired."