Oh. Well. At least their time in the City will be interesting...or something. Possibly very black and blue. If it happens again, Rose may find a ring, boxing gloves and leave the room because she can't stand to watch them hit each other. Of course, her leaving the room would consist of going right outside the door and sitting there until it was over. Better yet, she'll turn them both over to Donna. She's betting the ginger has a better right hook than both of them combined.

"Well yeah but just sorta curious. Mum's allergic to pollen. M'not. That sorta thing." Sometimes she is just curious about the whole Time Lord race in general, though most of the time her curiosity does tend to revolve around him so he wasn't entirely wrong to assume that it was about him.

She takes a deep breath, debating on whether she should tell him or not. She's been honest with him about nearly everything so far. She might as well keep that streak going. She's still worried though, eyes cutting to him. She's not sure how much of a conversation he and his other self have had in regards to the whole romantic bit going on. She gnaws on her bottom lip and closes her eyes so she doesn't have to watch him when she says it. "He said he bet Mum won the fight with the downstairs neighbor that one year." Which is the easy part of the bit of conversation they had afterwards. Of course her bits were in between his, but she figures he knows her well enough to guess at what those bits were. "And that you both were bad for me but I'd better go chase after you anyway."

Then she opens her eyes. "I don't know what he meant by that. Except that maybe...it's not good for you to be alone when you think you've done something wrong."