Rose had no idea what was going through his head. Which was probably for the best. Though she had no idea why discovering the archived room was worth pulling her away. Not that she minded spending time with the man, but she'd been a bit busy the last few weeks. Arguing with Romana was exhausting, trying not to worry too much over River, trying to convince the Ninth that killing a teenager would be a very bad idea to help keep him from becoming the dark, withdrawn man she'd first met... It was no wonder her schoolwork was a bit behind.
"It's brilliant," she agreed, plopping down on to the jump seat and swinging her legs back and forth, as if she were all of nineteen again. "Bit weird, though. Like...." No, she couldn't help herself. She stopped and giggled. "Bit like I've traveled in time, wouldn't you say?"
The memories were overwhelming, and sometimes even a little painful, but she didn't care. She loved this. Every bit of it. It was more like coming home than ever. Oh, she still loved the TARDIS. But it wasn't their home, not anymore. Not the one she knew. This? Well, this was. Even if just a piece. And it made her want to check and see if the room she'd called hers was still there, what with all the remodeling. But she wouldn't. That was just asking for trouble.