She hugs Rose, and it's light and she really didn't want Rose to have to deal with silly old Donna along with juggling doctors and cloned almost-timelord-daughters and everything else Rose likes piling onto herself. But once the Doctor sits down, Donna buries her face into his shoulder and lets herself cry. She gives herself a time limit, no more than a few minutes at most to wallow and hate the world, the deities, even Rose and the Doctor himself a little.

Everyone seems to get someone, and Donna doesn't want anything more than she wants Lee and now she's lost him twice. She used to be able to rationalize that he wasn't real, but he'd been here. Really here.

She lifts her head to reach over for a tissue to clear her face and her nose and take a few deep breaths. She'll make more direct eye contact with her friends now, chewing a little nervously at her lip for finally having given in and been weak and sad instead of angry fire and unspent energy.

"Be proud. Thought about setting the deity offices on fire." She doesn't fully smirk, but a corner tweaks up a little.