Rose giggled, though the sound was weak and turned into more of a wheeze after all the crying she'd been doing. Still, it was a start. "Don't bother," she corrected, shaking her head. "Tried that all the time in classes in school. Made Mum buy me red patent leather shoes once thinking it would work. Didn't."
Oh, she'd give anything to see her mum just then. The Doctor was wonderful, but he was about action. And sometimes, just sometimes, Rose was still very much a young girl and just needed her mum to hold her. "Rose, by the way," she offered in way of introduction. The most screwed up part of this place was that she could meet a new friend during a moment of mourning. It would figure, wouldn't it?