Rose had heard of the Master, though she fortunately hadn't been 'lucky' enough to meet him face to face. From the bits and pieces she'd heard since arriving in Lawrence, she was relatively certain she didn't want to. Not to mention it made her just that much more bitter that he was there and her Doctor wasn't. But now he was and she really wasn't sure what to do about it. Let him in? Let herself love him again despite his constant reminders that it couldn't be? Or push him away as desperately as he'd done to her?
"No," she admitted. "Haven't had the pleasure. What's with you and plant people, anyway?" The very first trip she'd made with him, he'd gone off and flirted with a tree. A very heroic tree, of course, but still. She'd actually hit a dimension where the growth of such people had only just begun. An experiment gone wrong, it seemed. Needless to say, she got out of that one quickly.
DNA overwritten with the Master's. She'd have made a really, really ugly version of him. Gingerly, she sat beside him, keeping her limbs pulled into herself. She couldn't risk touching him again. Not yet. "Glad I wasn't here for that bit. Or...well, there, actually. We're not in either of our dimensions. If you haven't figured that out yet. Like...I don't know, you could look up, say, Jack or someone, and he won't be here." Though he could find the actor playing him, if he wanted. Who was apparently as good a singer as Jack was a dancer. Who knew?