Rose didn't hesitate to roll her eyes. And, really, he was just lucky she couldn't hear his internal train of thought. It was her obligation to go to him when he needed help, just as he felt it was his to go to her. They were friends, or something more than that, whatever it actually was, and that's what they did for each other. And Rose didn't think for one instant that Martha or Sarah Jane or any of the others who'd traveled by his side wouldn't do the exact same thing. As many times as this man had saved the universe? He deserved a hand when he needed it.
She wasn't a Time Lord, though, or psychic in any way, to be honest, so she had no idea what he was thinking. And, really, he was better off for it. Instead, she just looked down at their joined hands and shrugged, an amused look on her face. "They're more with it than you think. Oh, they're no Torchwood, don't get me wrong. But they make do. Remember, if it wasn't for them, I might never have gotten Donna to the right point in time to make her alternate world right."
Biting her lip, she glanced back up at him and smiled, just slightly. Because it wasn't amusing, not really. But she was just so damn glad to see him there, eyes open and awake and rambling away in that way he did. "You think everyone would have liked me," she pointed out. "And I'm not entirely sure you're right on that count."