[All the hairs on the back of her neck were on end in alarm purely at the tone of voice coming from the Doctor. It was the kind of voice before whole galaxies could be destroyed!]
[She scrambled out of her seat, to his side, took him in with some bewilderment and took his hand. Even if he was a fake...]
Rose Tyler. [An apologetic awkward as hell handshake with her right hand to Crowley, as her left was still holding the Doctor's hand.]
[And she nods up at the angry TimeLord.] It's true. I never gave him time to catch up. I just thought --
[She closes her eyes and lets go of his hand. She wanted so desperately to find the Doctor and for everything to be okay with the multiverse again that she ignored the ginger hair and clothes as part of this dimension. But that didn't mean this one was real.]
[She put her hand up over his heart, and peered into his eyes.] How do I know you're you?
[Alive. Dimension. Where were they?!]
[Rose shook her head sadly.] He shouldn't be possible, right? You said TimeLords don't splinter. [She tensed all over again. If he was real... then she still had to be careful about time.]
[Sideglance to Crowley, and an apologetic broad grin.] Sorry, mate. You said you didn't recognize the term, but I thought it was just him bein' cagey about--
[Face scrunch and an accusing face to the Doctor!] You do act all weird and cagey a lot!! And there's bein' rude, and then there's just plum overcompensatin' for not bein' ginger! [Face scrunch and a giggle she hoped disarmed some of the Doctor's fierce rage.] I just thought he'd done the opposite.
[To Crowley:] Were you really born with that hair???
[Back to the Doctor:] See? Aren't you glad you're not ginger now!? [Gestures as if to say, "It's hideous."]
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[All the hairs on the back of her neck were on end in alarm purely at the tone of voice coming from the Doctor. It was the kind of voice before whole galaxies could be destroyed!]
[She scrambled out of her seat, to his side, took him in with some bewilderment and took his hand. Even if he was a fake...]
Rose Tyler. [An apologetic awkward as hell handshake with her right hand to Crowley, as her left was still holding the Doctor's hand.]
[And she nods up at the angry TimeLord.] It's true. I never gave him time to catch up. I just thought --
[She closes her eyes and lets go of his hand. She wanted so desperately to find the Doctor and for everything to be okay with the multiverse again that she ignored the ginger hair and clothes as part of this dimension. But that didn't mean this one was real.]
[She put her hand up over his heart, and peered into his eyes.] How do I know you're you?
[Alive. Dimension. Where were they?!]
[Rose shook her head sadly.] He shouldn't be possible, right? You said TimeLords don't splinter. [She tensed all over again. If he was real... then she still had to be careful about time.]
[Sideglance to Crowley, and an apologetic broad grin.] Sorry, mate. You said you didn't recognize the term, but I thought it was just him bein' cagey about--
[Face scrunch and an accusing face to the Doctor!] You do act all weird and cagey a lot!! And there's bein' rude, and then there's just plum overcompensatin' for not bein' ginger! [Face scrunch and a giggle she hoped disarmed some of the Doctor's fierce rage.] I just thought he'd done the opposite.
[To Crowley:] Were you really born with that hair???
[Back to the Doctor:] See? Aren't you glad you're not ginger now!? [Gestures as if to say, "It's hideous."]