But Rose had no knowledge of Martha and wouldn't for several years. More for her than for most, as time passed differently in the world she'd find herself in before long. That didn't mean she'd want anything to happen to the woman, and she'd certainly not want her to up and turn into a zombie. Especially a decaying one.
But since no one would bother to tell her about the future she was about to live, she could only smile up at Jack, small though it was. "No, you weren't," she commented with a teasing look. "But it's sweet of you to say so." Stretching up on her toes, she kissed his cheek lightly. "Glad you're here, though."