Amy hated Lawrence. Hated it with every ounce of her being. It was bad enough they were stuck here - stuck. They were stuck, the blood TARDIS even couldn't get out! Which was bad, very, very bad - but now Rory was gone too. Amy felt as if her heart had been ripped and half. She was a mixture of wanting to cry, wanting to hit things and wanting to get ridiculously drunk.
She wasn't sure what to think about Rose, and right now she wasn't in the frame of mind to think. All she knew is that she obviously had to be alright since the Doctor had traveled with her. That, and she was not American, and therefore had better taste in everything, especially food.
Amy was a little late showing up to meet Rose. She had been trying to get her puffy eyes from lack of sleep and crying to be less puffy.
She was trying to look on the bright side. Like Needy said, Rory wasn't dealing with the apocalypse anymore. He was hopefully at home and hopefully safe, even though it pained Amy to think of him. Time was a funny thing, and she hoped that he wasn't alone. Maybe a future or past her was with him right now.
She pursed her lips and tried to push all the thoughts from her head as she looked around for Rose. Glancing around she spotted a girl about her age, and a feeling in her stomach told her that it was Rose - or at least she hoped it was Rose.
Amy walked over to the girl. "Hi. I'm Amy, and I'm hoping you're Rose?"