It was almost charming, John's innocence. Rose didn't mind exploring with him, but she was a bit afraid. She didn't want to accidentally call him "Doctor" anymore, or say the wrong thing, or even look at the poor bloke improperly- yet there he was, holding out his hand like he didn't mind.
"I 'ave a meetin' t' get to 'round midnight," she commented. "As long as we're back before then..." In the past, The Doctor had repeatedly failed to return her home on time. The quirkiness of the TARDIS once made her disappear for a year, and had gotten Mickey accused of her murder. However, John possessed no time machine. They were stuck here. Rose trusted herself to get back to the second floor within a few hours. They'd have to avoid spoiler-type conversation, and it would be all be very delicate, but... someone had to show him around!
Rose really could justify anything.
She gingerly took John's hand. Again, she noted its warmth, but this time, she knew the reason. Human body heat- she'd need to get used to that.
At the mention of her friends, Rose blinked up at the Metacrisis with interest. "Whod'ya mean?" Her free hand found the back of her neck. "Dean? Couldn' possibly be Sam!" She didn't know Sam to have an unkind bone in his body.
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"I 'ave a meetin' t' get to 'round midnight," she commented. "As long as we're back before then..." In the past, The Doctor had repeatedly failed to return her home on time. The quirkiness of the TARDIS once made her disappear for a year, and had gotten Mickey accused of her murder. However, John possessed no time machine. They were stuck here. Rose trusted herself to get back to the second floor within a few hours. They'd have to avoid spoiler-type conversation, and it would be all be very delicate, but... someone had to show him around!
Rose really could justify anything.
She gingerly took John's hand. Again, she noted its warmth, but this time, she knew the reason. Human body heat- she'd need to get used to that.
At the mention of her friends, Rose blinked up at the Metacrisis with interest. "Whod'ya mean?" Her free hand found the back of her neck. "Dean? Couldn' possibly be Sam!" She didn't know Sam to have an unkind bone in his body.