[And then a weird sort of expression as she mouths it out again and grabs a seat across from him, glad he flopped back down, and makes an anagram on a napkin with a pen from her pocket and--]
[Head tilt.] Proctor? Izzat German or... some alien language? You didn't mention it when we there. Not that I'm expecting some sort of... Lord Voldemort thing, but still. We do have a weird habit of showin' up places we shouldn't. And the rest of it was all pretty intense. [Shrug.] To be expected for Hell. But we haven't seen any Bad Wolf since...
[Rose trailed off again. If the Doctor wasn't even as far as Hell yet, then it was definitely too soon to bring up Bad Wolf Bay, so better to just let him think it was how he regenerated. But at the mention of an angel in the Ritz, Rose's eyes go flinty, and she immediately jumps to her usual reflexive defense of, "I'm not jealous, why would I be jealous? Ain't nothin' to be jealous of!" and casually looks anywhere but at him.]
So tell me about the angel?
[She wouldn't be fooling anyone, except the Doctor who was pretty good at being oblivious.]
How're the chips here?
[See casual. Completely casual and not at all jealous enough to stab him with the pen. NOPE. NOT EVEN CROSSING HER MIND!]
no subject
[And then a weird sort of expression as she mouths it out again and grabs a seat across from him, glad he flopped back down, and makes an anagram on a napkin with a pen from her pocket and--]
[Head tilt.] Proctor? Izzat German or... some alien language? You didn't mention it when we there. Not that I'm expecting some sort of... Lord Voldemort thing, but still. We do have a weird habit of showin' up places we shouldn't. And the rest of it was all pretty intense. [Shrug.] To be expected for Hell. But we haven't seen any Bad Wolf since...
[Rose trailed off again. If the Doctor wasn't even as far as Hell yet, then it was definitely too soon to bring up Bad Wolf Bay, so better to just let him think it was how he regenerated. But at the mention of an angel in the Ritz, Rose's eyes go flinty, and she immediately jumps to her usual reflexive defense of, "I'm not jealous, why would I be jealous? Ain't nothin' to be jealous of!" and casually looks anywhere but at him.]
So tell me about the angel?
[She wouldn't be fooling anyone, except the Doctor who was pretty good at being oblivious.]
How're the chips here?
[See casual. Completely casual and not at all jealous enough to stab him with the pen. NOPE. NOT EVEN CROSSING HER MIND!]