Her arms are bent at an unnatural angles, fingers prying harshly at the lock of the handcuffs that bind her wrists together in front. She’s half stooped, using her teeth to balance a hair pin between her lips and work it into the lock. It’s going about as well as can be expected and so focused on her task is she, that when the door slams open she jerks, hard, and the pin flies from her mouth in an error of comedy. Her brows knit together neatly, her escape momentarily paused.

      “---when I asked for help, you certainly weren’t what I had in mind.”

          ❛  so  ---  brooding  all  the  time  ---  that  your  thing?  ❜   her  eyes  have  been  set  upon  the  pages  of  her  book  since  the  moment  the  dark  haired  boy  had  sat  down,  though  she'd  been  able  to  see  him  pretty  well  in  her  peripheral.  it’s  only  once  she  finishes  her  page  that  she  finally  looks  up  at  him,  gaze  fixing  itself  upon  his  features.

“ Oh, terribly sorry, ” Rose said. She’d long since wandered off from the Doctor on Proxima 2 after he’d made some k n o c k against humanity - irked by how blase he’d sounded and how he had acted like she was being unreasonable for being upset. And of course her wandering off had led to her bumping into someone who seemed in a rush. What an introduction. “ I definitely didn’t mean to bump into you at all. ”

you’re so cute wtf who does this

         “well that’s easy. i’m very good at laying low. people           never  notice me.  but you—  you can’t go  like that,           you’ll blow our COVER.”

“right, that’s why sarah jane recognized you right away last time you were undercover. blend right in, you,” rose said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.              “jeans and a top? that’s what we’re saying will blow our cover? you’re wearing a cape!”