Saving the world is never a game. She'd been in a place where games were actually made real and as far as she's concerned, it'll be a good day if she never, ever goes back there. Not that she could anyway, she knows, though she's not entirely sure why.

(The memories are incredibly hazy.

But Satellite 5's one of the reasons why the holodeck sort of makes her a bit nervous.)

"That could definitely raise the odds," Rose says, though she's not quite sure just how powerful his starship might be, or what a force lance even is.

She gestures to the empty table she'd been about to sit at, her cup of tea no doubt cooling to a dismal room temperature as they speak.

"D'you want to sit for a bit?" she offers. "Saving the universe is no good if one of their saviours is out of sorts, yeah?"