She raised an eyebrow as John tried to backpedal. It was difficult to tell what parts of his floundering were a Time Lord's, and which were a human's. He was so much like The Doctor at points. Then, he'd just turn into something else- something like a silly child.

Rose let out a laugh. "O' course ya don' 'ate it," she smirked. "Ya got brilliant company like Rose Tyler!"

In her own way, she was saying she'd be there for him. In what capacity, she could not yet tell. The girl just couldn't say no to that face. She loved that face. His stumbling humanity needed a guide, and her familiar presence was surely the best option. When it came to the deeper, future-y stuff, well... that would work itself out, wouldn't it? They could be careful.

"Lemme show ya where the kitchen is," Rose said, gently pulling John toward the stairs. "My mate Buffy 'as the key. Did'ja get a key t' anythin'?"