That reaction. That was him. It was him and the tenseness left her. Oh it wasn't okay. They hadn't exactly parted well the last time. She'd given him that last terrible order and she'd lied, or she'd mislead, she hadn't told him what the Council had been planning. Who she had authorised returned. But none of that mattered in that instant. In that single second where he said her name Romana knew the world was just a little bit safer.
"I don't know...I know what happened. I know I should be dead. Of course I know. I believe I was pulled here by some sort of dimensional portal. Through Time and Space Doctor. And oddly I felt fine for the transition. It was all very strange." she stepped back slightly looking him up and down "You got lanky...and you lost those sleeves" she remembered those from his...she believed Eighth incarnation "You look well"
She would have her moment of happiness at seeing her old friend before she let everything else back in. Her lies, the walls between them. The Daleks.