Rose would never intentionally hurt the man next to her. As she settled into the cab at his side, she wondered about that. Quickly, she gave the driver the address to the Complex and then leaned silently back into the worn seats. A part of her was tempted to nestle into his arm, but the other part of her, the part of her desperately wanting to complain to Anna or whinge about idiot blokes with Ginny, prevented her from doing so. Why had she felt the need to rub that little bit of information in his face? She'd actually been pretty upset on finding it out for herself, though they'd both ended up laughing about it in the end. Maybe that was why. She was taking out the succesor's behavior on the predecessor. Or maybe it was just because he was a bloke and blokes did complicated things.
It really wasn't fair. Amy's Rory was the most loyal, most loving man and the seal had taken him away. Rose was just finally starting to put her life back together and it had gone and dropped this man in front of her. Unfair. Totally unfair.
"Like I said, though," she finally spoke after a few minutes of silence, "most everyone's really nice here. You'll fit in well, I think." Which was a safe enough conversation for the unsuspecting cab driver to listen in on. And she knew he would be. She would, were she driving strangers around all night. "Just watch the rudeness. Though you were getting better about that."