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Rose M. Tyler (jeopardysfriend) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Rose couldn't help feeling like she'd done something wrong. Perhaps it was simply that the Doctor was right and they'd invaded on this space for too long. But it felt so much deeper, as if she'd spoken out of turn at a fancy dinner party or something.

"It was nice meeting you both," she forced out, clinging to the offered arm as if it were a life raft. Suddenly, she felt more than a little ill and desperate to get back out to the cool but fresh air of her captive home. She hadn't spoken that much. How could she have offended everyone in the room? But she hadn't, had she?

Christ, boys were strange. No matter how old or even what species, she didn't think she'd ever understand them. "Thank you again, Remy," she offered to the one bloke in the room who wasn't entirely freaking her out. "We'll talk again, I know it." She wiggled her fingers at him with her free hand, and then paused her eyes on the taller man, the one in the trench that matched Remy's so completely. For a moment, she hesitated. She was drawn to him, she knew that much, but she couldn't place why and she couldn't figure out why her presence offended him so much. So instead of speaking at all, she merely gave the Doctor's arm a slight tug and nodded at the man as they made their way outside.