Rose made a face. She knew what she was doing to herself, and didn't need a fictional character reminding her. There wasn't time to dwell on it, however. Sherlock's rambling was already pulling her in.

"Wha's ironic?" Rose asked, a bit frantic. She blinked hard, her red eyes burning. "An' wha' abou' John?" The Companion had never actually scolded John for what he'd done to Sam. She'd been busy in the worst way, and had cooled down some since.

Come to think of it, though, she hadn't seen the Metacrisis recently. It was a change that would have bothered her a lot, under normal circumstances. After all, only a few weeks prior, they'd been getting every meal together. "Is somethin' wrong?"