There was something in his voice when he thanked her, something warm and soft, and she felt herself leaning into it - perhaps not physically, but certainly in other ways. Was that good? She didn't know. She didn't know at all. Rubbing the back of her hand over her forehead, she flipped open her rice and dumped it all on top of her entree. That's how you were supposed to eat beef and broccoli, at least she thought so. The chopsticks were a disaster waiting to happen. She unwrapped herself a fork instead, feeling a bit silly when Matt picked out chopsticks. Well, he was better at dino-wrangling than she was, too. Rice-wrangling had to be less difficult, in the long run.
"An intern," she echoed, brightening a little. "I suppose that means... Well, I'll have to be here at least part-time, right? To keep up appearances and all. I guess I could help out around here, if you wanted?"
She paused. "Not that I'd be a secretary or anything," she added quickly. Rose Tyler, defender of the pens. No, thank you.