"No, no. No trouble at all," she says, raising an eyebrow at his display of chivalry.
Which, okay, is not something Rose is entirely used to. But, hey. She's not going to be one to reject such a gesture, so she obliges best as she can (without having the same sort of mannerism teaching proper ladies might) and settles into her seat.
She smiles.
"When you put it like that, it sounds daft, doesn't it? I used to think so too until I started travelin' around with the Doctor."
And it's hard, really, to put her adventures into words. She's never been one to carry a journal around, or even reflect on previous events in her life ... but sometimes she wishes she did. Her brain's a jumble of sights and sounds, feelings and emotions ... such is life with the Doctor, she supposes.
"He's got this blue box. It's a spaceship, and he explained to me once that it only looks like a police box because it got stuck that way. Some sort of malfunction with the ..." What did the Doctor call it? "... 'chameleon circuit'."
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Which, okay, is not something Rose is entirely used to. But, hey. She's not going to be one to reject such a gesture, so she obliges best as she can (without having the same sort of mannerism teaching proper ladies might) and settles into her seat.
She smiles.
"When you put it like that, it sounds daft, doesn't it? I used to think so too until I started travelin' around with the Doctor."
And it's hard, really, to put her adventures into words. She's never been one to carry a journal around, or even reflect on previous events in her life ... but sometimes she wishes she did. Her brain's a jumble of sights and sounds, feelings and emotions ... such is life with the Doctor, she supposes.
"He's got this blue box. It's a spaceship, and he explained to me once that it only looks like a police box because it got stuck that way. Some sort of malfunction with the ..." What did the Doctor call it? "... 'chameleon circuit'."