Oh, she shouldn't. Considering the circumstances, it was almost mean. But Rose couldn't help the tiny smile across her face. It was so rare that she knew something when he didn't. What would he think if she gave him that look like he'd just dribbled down his shirt? It would certainly make up for all the times he'd done so to her. Just because he was completely brilliant and a literal genius and had more knowledge in his head than the whole of the Earth combined. Typical.
"When Ron asked you if you'd ever been told you looked like that what's-his-name from Harry Potter? Same actor, I'd assume." Oh, fine. She'd go home and look him up later. Just to see if there were any fun ones to throw in his face. After all, she'd found out she could also be mistaken for a freaking call girl. Was there really any comparison after that? "Every moment we had, all the ones you've had before and after me, every minute of our lives played out for the world to see."
Including her, looking like a fool, sobbing her heart out with confessions of love to only an image. And, worse, her being played by him leaving her on that same damned beach. When he could have just as easily taken Jackie home and taken the two of them with him. Or...something. There had to be a solution. It didn't have to be that way. And realising that the whole of Earth could have seen it happen made her angry all over again.
"I like to think, in our world, we really do exist. But here, someone created us. It just makes it easier to be alive that way."