Rose had to resist the urge to go to Sam. Choosing him automatically had become a reflex. Now, though, she'd seen his nightmares. A resentment was stewing inside of her, born of all of the things about himself that Sam had apparently hidden. Some friend. It likely meant he was after The Doctor, or the TARDIS, or similar... just like everyone before. Rose frowned, staying in place. Little girls weren't supposed to talk to strangers.

...Of course, Rose Tyler's mind never settled that easily. A few silent moments passed, and she found herself watching Sam from the corner of her eye. He looked tired, anxious. The blonde bit her bottom lip. Sam could be just another liar, chasing a Time Lord... or maybe he just had issues like hers. Cursing her gullibility, she made a decision.

"'ey!" Rose called out to Sam. "You. Me. After this. Serious sit-down." She didn't expect or need a reply. The order was left to hang in the air.

She turned, at last acknowledging the other person at the crossroads. Rose had seen him earlier. With Dean. Right away, she labeled their introduction doomed. Any friend of Dean's probably got a (totally ridiculous and unjustifiable) warning about her. Trying to hide her worries, the blonde put on a friendly smile. "'lo," she greeted, taking a few steps forward. "I'm Rose."