Rose was standing by the door unnoticed as the Doctor rushed around the room in a mad craze, as always trying to do ten things at once. He was the only bloke she knew that could multi-task to such an extent and at the rate he was going she was worried he would make himself ill. Picking up a paperclip from off the floor she stepped across the room, the sound of her footsteps alerting him to her presence.
“When was the last time you slept?” she asked as she held out her hand to him; the tiny paperclip resting in the palm of her hand. Her eyes briefly swept the room and over his ‘projects’ in interest before settling back on him. “It’s getting worse out there” she told him quietly.