Again, the wrong reaction to have, but Rose grinned. Finding out about Ms. Piper's other work didn't bother her so much once admitting had caused the compliments to come in. "Oh, yeah, apparently I can just as easily be mistaken for a high priced hooker. Who, at some point, hooks up with your other self. The newer one." Her expression was, admittedly, a little smug. Oh, well. Too bad for him, wasn't it? He'd given up any right he had to be concerned about her when he'd abandoned her, despite her tearing apart space and time to be with him again.
Hmm. Maybe he really did just think of her as a clingy hanger-on. She'd thought he might, maybe, feel the same as she did, but he was a nine-hundred plus alien. She was simply a shop girl he'd plucked out of nowhere as a teenager. God, she'd been kidding herself all along, hadn't she? Dammit.
Biting her lip, she simply shrugged as she nodded towards the car heading in their direction. "Your chariot awaits," she said simply, releasing his hand and getting to her feet. Why had he come along at all? She'd finally begun accepting how it had ended, and now it was like someone had ripped open an almost healed scab.