Rose tucked her hair behind her ears and looked around, trying to get her bearings. Unfortunately, there wasn't a lot to see. No obvious escapes except the door she'd just come through, which she was pretty sure wasn't exactly open. No windows. No hints of light slipping through. In short, they were probably screwed.
Since there was obviously no immediate getaway, she began tending to the more obvious of her injuries. "Yeah," she said casually, as if this was crap she went through every day. Which...well, it had been a while, but once upon a time she actually had. "Connor's fine. Least, last I heard. He's out looking for you with Allana Solo and Superboy."
Others who were missing... There'd been so many. And she'd known better than to go off alone. But the Doctors were looking for the humanized TARDIS and she refused to drag Jules out, and Ruby was due to have Emily practically at any time. What else was she going to do? From her experience, the plastic had its source, a consciousness. And she'd been desperate to find it. It was the only way to end the assault on the city she'd come to call home.
And instead, she'd ended up here. Turning her pants into shorts, Rose tore a long strip of fabric and wrapped up the swollen wrist with her makeshift cast. Sixteen year-old Rose definitely wouldn't have bothered to do that. "The Doctor's friend, the TARDIS, she's missing. Um... Felicia Hardy and Pepper Potts both went missing. Some kid named Peeta, Anna Cornick..." She struggled to remember if she knew of anyone else but all the thought it took really just made her head hurt. "A couple of others, I'm pretty sure. I was having a friend of mine try and look for patterns..." She gave a little laugh and shrugged painfully. "Guess I won't know the answers to that anytime soon."