A defensive shrug about knowing demons, not really, but she was very attached to the idea of red bat wings and spiked tails and horns and pitchforks, for some reason.
"Mmmmm 'e said the forces of light trapped 'im there, in Krop Tor. Hell, but just a prison for 'im. So, I only met the one, but I was expectin' more red than black, yeah? And bat wings. Yours are --" she reached out in spite of herself to gently stroke them, "Nice." A beat, because that was probably a grave insult for a demon. "Not nice, very scary and intimidating, like a crow's." Gentle pets. "But yanno, they always draw you, demons, so ragged and torn up. Not handsome." She blamed the Doctor for the slip of the tongue there. And she'd take it out on him the second she found him.
Rose got miffed at the last question. "I am human!" a beat. "And a time traveler, and a dimension traveler." She suddenly felt protective of the Doctor, in case taking humans with him was against heaven and hell's rules or something, but luckily for her, she had a shortcut. "My Dad's an inventor. Sort of Steve Jobs of his universe. In the one I was born in, he died when I was a baby. But in a universe where I wasn't even born, he helped undermine a company building cybermen -- like cyborg zombies. So when they tunneled the void, Da' invented a way to follow them to the universe I was born in." She was specifically leaving out the parts for which the Doctor and her might be a little culpable. "He saved me from the monsters, re-married my Mum -- his universe version got turned into a cyberman -- and gave me a job helping stop the premature end of the world with his company Torchwood." Nod!! "Torchwood's the ones that went explorin' the black hole with Satan too. We get into all sorts of mischief," to say the least. "But we mean well!! Least me and Da' do."
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A defensive shrug about knowing demons, not really, but she was very attached to the idea of red bat wings and spiked tails and horns and pitchforks, for some reason.
"Mmmmm 'e said the forces of light trapped 'im there, in Krop Tor. Hell, but just a prison for 'im. So, I only met the one, but I was expectin' more red than black, yeah? And bat wings. Yours are --" she reached out in spite of herself to gently stroke them, "Nice." A beat, because that was probably a grave insult for a demon. "Not nice, very scary and intimidating, like a crow's." Gentle pets. "But yanno, they always draw you, demons, so ragged and torn up. Not handsome." She blamed the Doctor for the slip of the tongue there. And she'd take it out on him the second she found him.
Rose got miffed at the last question. "I am human!" a beat. "And a time traveler, and a dimension traveler." She suddenly felt protective of the Doctor, in case taking humans with him was against heaven and hell's rules or something, but luckily for her, she had a shortcut. "My Dad's an inventor. Sort of Steve Jobs of his universe. In the one I was born in, he died when I was a baby. But in a universe where I wasn't even born, he helped undermine a company building cybermen -- like cyborg zombies. So when they tunneled the void, Da' invented a way to follow them to the universe I was born in." She was specifically leaving out the parts for which the Doctor and her might be a little culpable. "He saved me from the monsters, re-married my Mum -- his universe version got turned into a cyberman -- and gave me a job helping stop the premature end of the world with his company Torchwood." Nod!! "Torchwood's the ones that went explorin' the black hole with Satan too. We get into all sorts of mischief," to say the least. "But we mean well!! Least me and Da' do."
At least she wasn't crying anymore.