It's then that she turns angry. Donna craves being needed and wanted, sure, but a blatant concern for her wellbeing is something she really can't understand or process fully.

"I can be quiet sometimes, you know. I work two jobs, it takes a lot of out a person, doesn't it?"

And with the mini-confrontation happening, she starts to wake up to the state her apartment has fallen into and feels the appropriate amounts of shame and oh god how did they get in here?

"What are you just standing there for, Skinny? She the brains and you're the lock pick, hmm?" To make sure everyone's on the same page as she is, Donna nods toward the sonic still in his hand. Sneaky ponce.