Rose was surprised to hear a Scottish voice come out of the ginger who approached, but she still smiled. She'd have smiled more if she could forget her own trip to Scotland, a werewolf, and Queen Victoria herself. But she was getting used to dealing with memories that were behind her, and she made herself look genuinely pleased to meet the young woman, very close to her own age. The Doctor had told Adam that he only traveled with the best, and Rose believed that fully. If he had chosen Amy as a companion and a friend, she could be trusted. Rose knew that without a doubt.
"Yep, that's me," she offered, smiling sympathetically as she took in Amy's red eyes and puffy face. What would she be like in Amy's position? Oh, sure, she was worried about what was going on back home, but from the things she'd heard, they weren't missing her. She hadn't up and disappeared in their time and she supposed that's what mattered. But a husband? That was different. Twenty years after her father's death, her mum had still missed him and loved him. That sort of love was pretty incredible, and if that's what Amy was feeling? Especially after having her Rory there and then taken away? Yeah. Rose would happily make sure the girl got home after her tenth drink because God knew she deserved it.
She wasn't going to be the one to bring it up, though. She'd let Amy bring it up on her own time. There were a dozen subjects they could talk about without batting an eye, many more if they thought it over. If Amy wanted to just forget the reason she was there, it was her decision and Rose wouldn't push. Though she did say, "I'm thinking we get some ale in you. I know I could use one."