Rose puts her drink down, catching some of the condensation that runs down the side of her glass.

She shrugs, smiling a lopsided smile.

"This might not be the first time I've dealt with something like this," she says. "Not exactly like it, of course, but appearin' in a place where I shouldn't be?

"I'll admit, I've never been on my own when it happens. But it'll be all right."

The Doctor will come soon; she's sure of it.