At first, Rose was pretty sure she was about to die. It was hardly the first time that had happened, mind. Life with the Doctor followed by life with Torchwood pretty much guaranteed near-death experiences around every turn. There was one dimension jump that had actually killed her, and she'd learned what a wonderful thing CPR could actually be. But she couldn't actually say she'd ever been threatened by something as common as a mugging, not even in the old days back at the Powell Estate.
But then the voice asked if she was okay, and she exhaled slowly. The accent was thick, New York if she wasn't mistaken, which meant the person was most likely not from around there. She offered a slightly pained smile up at the newcomer and shrugged. "I think I'll live." Wiggling her ankle a bit, she nodded. "It's not broken or anything. I don't even think it's sprained. Just sore, is all. Thanks, though."
She studied him for a moment, trying to decide if she'd seen him around the complex at all. While she wasn't exactly the social butterfly of the group, she did at least pay attention to who she passed or talked to. "Are you new around here?" Rose finally asked, figuring if he wasn't, at least it made for a good conversation starter. Lawrence wasn't exactly a place people came to just for the hell of it, so if he was from out of town, which she was almost positive he was, odds were he was involved in all of this.