Was a Dame even 'fore it was a title...

There's nothing quite like the feeling of the TARDIS lurching at an unexpected rate to the left. Maybe it was more to the right... but it was enough to force Rose from her bed. Not voluntarily either. If she thought about it enough, maybe it could've been a math equation. Then again she never was good at things relating to school. Still there was a certain [TARDIS + Rose sleeping soundly = Disaster] formula at work here for sure.

Rubbing her head, since clearly it had been smart enough to hit the corner of her nightstand on the way to the floor Rose got up to her feet and glanced at the clock. Three in the morning London, her time... and well... time wasn't exactly relevant. Still felt good to at least keep up some what of an appearance for it all. Grabbing the pillow off her bed and clutching it to her chest she took hold of the blanket as well. Shaking her head and still slightly rubbing at the knot that wasn't even there yet she padded through the winding halls of the TARDIS until she found him.

Of course.

Scurrying about the console room, flipping levers and handles and twisting dials and knobs.

Of course.

Sighing rather loudly she finally caught his eye.

"Rose!"

His volume was matched by his enthusiasm. His enthusiasm was never matched by anyone else, which was probably why she let him get away with it so early.

"Itsearly." Rose protested, very nearly all in one breath.

"What's that? Oh come on... Rose! We're headed to Galapagos!"

Again Rose hadn't been good in school, but the word sounded familiar, "The islands?"

"What? Oh. Well that would've been..." She's almost more fascinated by the sudden change of gears in his head than what he's actually saying as she leans against the rail a bit. "No! The Galapagos. Moons really. Well, Moon singular but it's broken up into pieces over the ages... now it's gone from Galapago.. to Galapagos."

His fingers scratch at the back of his head, and Rose too lets her fingers press to the back of her head, nearly out of reaction to his actions. Sliding down she rests against the grates of the floor of her, pressing elbows into her pillow as her hand supports her head. "So what's on the Galapagos Moon that got broken."

"Oh... can't tell you that! It'd ruin the surprise."

"Not even tell me since your steering sort of tossed me from bed?"

"It did? Oh."

It's as if he just noticed she's in the cotton boxers and over sized t-shirt, as if he hadn't even thought to look to what she was wearing until that moment. Then it was too late not to notice. She tugged the blanket against her knees a bit, fully aware that she could feel the backs of her heels very clearly against skin. Still she met his eyes, "Hit my head too."

Watching his brow furrow up with concern for a moment she smiled softly, "S'alright, heads taken a few bumps n'bruises now an'again. one more won't hurt. So broken moons."

"Right! Broken moons, and fantastic-"

She almost had him. Almost had pushed him out of that comfortable spot he so loved to wander through aimlessly. Keeping things to himself, and not letting her in. His head tilted and a very nearly warning look came across his features.

"Won't fool me Rose Tyler! I've seen the Galapagos, but not with these eyes and never with you. We'll share in the sight of it. Oh.. you'll love it. Don't you worry."

"Never am," she replied honestly as she placed the pillow atop her knees to rest her head there and watch him steer the TARDIS the rest of the way to the moon and maybe back.