All the 'girl codes' said she shouldn't bother with Abby. Her friendship with Kim was supposed to make the other blond off limits. But at that moment, Rose didn't give a damn about any of that. Kim wasn't Shareen and Rose wasn't sixteen. They were in a war, in a bloody Apocalypse. She'd seen the whole of time and space and multiple dimensions even the Doctor couldn't imagine. She wasn't some petty teenager anymore, she was a young woman getting married and fighting off evil in its purest form.
And, frankly, she could use the help just then.
"Yeah..." she said uncertainly, flexing joints and shifting muscles just to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be. Unless she was bleeding internally, which god she hoped she wasn't, she was okay.
Once she was pretty sure nothing was broken, Rose glanced up at Abby, taking in a girl she'd talked to briefly but never actually spoken to in person. She certainly didn't look like the devil incarnate, no matter who she was dating. She looked just as miserable and pathetic and, just behind the eyes, fierce as Rose herself probably did.
"Have you been in here the whole time?" she finally asked, forcing herself into a proper sitting position. "Everyone's been looking for you. And then everyone else started disappearing."