She wasn't quite used to how kindly he treated her. She was more independent, more rough and tumble than Matt seemed to her. To her, he was elegant and warm and thoughtful. No, she hadn't gotten used to that, quite yet. She certainly hadn't gotten used to having chairs pulled out for her.
But she liked it. She liked it a lot. Feeling rather pampered by the simple action, she slid into the chair he'd pulled for her and tugged her napkin into her lap. Cloth napkins. Her fingertips fiddled with the corner of it as it rested in her lap. How strange. She'd be doing laundry here, and she'd be washing these napkins soon enough.
This was her home, their home, now. She took a breath and twisted her hands together in her lap. "I was thinking," she said, a little hesitant to give words to the half-formed thoughts in her head. "I was thinking maybe I could be an investigator or sumthin."
It was work she'd only done as a part of Torchwood, and before that, only at the Doctor's side. But she'd always liked that part of the adventures they'd had. She could see herself doing it again.