Rose was looking better than she had when she came through the gate, pulling the phone down from her ear and looking at it with a giddy smile on her face, staring at it for awhile longer, then brushed an arm over her face to again try and rid herself of the tear stains. It wouldn't do her any good, looking miserable.

She looked up in the passing people entering in. She was use to seeing strange sorts, of course, with all her traveling through time and space. How could she not? It'd probably offend the Doctor if it turned out she had forgotten.

She could never forget, though.

Now, for whatever reason, it was the more humanoid-like ones that caught her eyes (she was never sure if they were actually human); she wasn't sure what it was that drew her eyes, maybe it was the dress, but she found herself blatantly staring at the man, phone still loosely in hand.

Well, way not to be obvious.