The Doctor barely glanced up from his work, as he answered Rosette distractedly, "Should still be one in my pocket, last I checked, which wasn't recently."

"Now.... what's this? Hmmm... if that does... but that would mean..." the Doctor mumbled away as he stared at the insides of the journal, screwdriver in hand and his specks perched on his nose. A good portion of it was normal, primitive even, but there was some rather unusual things about it.

However, he finally broke his concentration as he realized he and Rosette had company. Company he was rather glad to see. If they'd been gone much longer he would have gone out looking for them.

"What? Oh this? On the floor. Was it yours?" he asked her, despite full well knowing it probably was hers, but she didn't have to know he knew that, right? Glancing past her, he noticed Rose first and grinned a bit, "'Allo Rose--" cutting off as he noticed the third who'd entered.

So... that was her. Jenny. His... daughter?