Of course it's Rose. It deserves a laugh, and the first wash of giddy delight.

Because she's thrown herself against him, head to his shoulder and arms around him, amid the flap of the trench coat as he turned at his name. Her voice calling it. A hug begets a hug, even with the laugh, before his hands find her shoulders, and he's looking down to find her face. Smile still present, wider, no less sincere, for the gain of dry teasing.

"What's this now? Miss me already? It couldn't have been more than five minutes since you left."

Left the main room. On the Tardis. Where they weren't. They were both here. Wherever here was. "Unless it has?"

Asked even as he's looking at the room again. This ship. This room. These people. The way less of it fit right than should.