"I haven't, though he mentioned something about her rebuilding herself when he first showed up." Rose cocked her head, tapping the edge of the console in thought. "Actually, I haven't met him in person, either. We were off explorin' one of the floors, and I haven't had a chance to yet."

"No problem." She laughed, leading him down the familiar corridors. "It's one of my favourite rooms, anyway."

"Probably not. If he does know her, he'll bring it up when he thinks he should." Her mood sobered. "Canary Wharf." It wasn't much of an answer, a name that only meant something to one tiny planet, but she didn't know where to start explaining the chaos of that day. "I wasn't traveling with the Doctor when I ended up here. I've been looking for him for three years now."