Rory wanted to ask more on the way Rose worded that statement of getting left behind, but instinct told him it was Rose's business and she'd share if she wanted. Still, he felt like something should be said. "Well...maybe the Doctor thought it for the best? I mean, he picked me up, at least, me from an alternate reality where time was cracking apart before the Pandorica, so that Amy and I would know about the space stuff." He shrugged. "Though I don't think anyone really knows what he's thinking, not even him."
The displaced man shivered a bit under the cloak. He was going to be grateful to get into warmer clothes. Still, at least he had clothes. He was grateful for that at least. But the comment about River drew his attention away from his musings on clothing.
"Why can't you...does she know who I am? Do you know that I'm her father? But how can you know...we'd only just found out at Demon's Run..." The last bit was said quietly. Rose seemed to know quite a bit about him. Perhaps either River or the Doctor, maybe both, were from his future. It was clearly possible after all.
Rory shrugged. "I suppose you're right. Though, no offense, I'd rather be home with Amy. Waiting. Recovering." It isn't every day you find out that the woman you'd been with for several months had been created by the Flesh. Not that Rory minded, he knew that just because they were created out of milky white goop didn't make them any less human. But it was still disconcerting. Part of him wondered if that had been how Amy felt when she realized he had been made of plastic at one point.
"Is there anything else I should know?" Best to go in to see the Doctor with as much knowledge as possible. At least that way you didn't look like a total idiot. Rory faintly remembered going into the TARDIS and not being all that overwhelmed by the sheer size. The Doctor had been disappointed about Rory's lack of astonishment.