Rory had been keeping his head down ever since arriving here. It wasn't that he didn't mind the whole Apocalypse/end of days thing. He was use to that with the traveling he had done with the Doctor. It was just all very strange to suddenly realize that there was a version of Earth where he, Amy, their daughter, the Doctor, and everyone else Rory cared about was nothing but a piece of fiction. Very strange to say the least.
Not only that, but working in the medbay at the complex was becoming a full time job now. First with that poor Kimberly girl being attacked, then that Jason fellow, now Ziva was in there drugged up and healing from a two by four wound to the midsection all the while insisting she go back to work and that she was fine. And last but not least, they now had a future version of some poor woman who, much to his disgust, had been skinned at certain parts of her body. No one deserved such a cruel fate and he did hope that particular future for that woman never happened.
So, while one might think his decision to keep his head down was cowardly, he preferred it for some semblence of normal. Of course, normal was relative given he lived in a blue box with several other people, among them Eleven and Sexy's daughter (Amy would have a field day with that tidbit) and his own daughter. From what little he could tell it didn't seem like she had changed all that much, but he could be wrong. Still, he was glad she was here, even if seeing his little baby girl all grown up was still odd.
Hearing the knock, Rory finished towel drying his hair before pulling a shirt on and going to the door. He pulled the door opened and smiled at River. "Come on in," he invited, stepping to the side. Once she was in he shut the door so no one could eavesdrop easily on them. He glanced to one corner of his room where his Roman armor sat dressed up on a mannequin, ready to be worn should the situation arise for it.