"No. Cross my heart and hope to fry." He held up a hand, then pulled in a deep breath. Knowing what he did about Rose and the Doctor, this could get complicated if he wasn't careful. "Come on, have a seat."

He steered her through the restaurant, back toward his table, shucking off his suit coat. "Ditch the hoodie. Take my jacket. What's the last thing you remember?" Even as he was maneuvering her to an empty chair and pulling it out, he caught a waiter's eye and flagged him over.

"Shrimp cocktail and a margarita, please."