[ It's not precisely the response she's expecting, though she should be prepared for the comment. It's only fitting for a man of Peter Vincent's demeanor, but it doesn't stave off the brief flicker of surprise on her features. Her mum would be scandalized and readying herself to pummel him into the ground if she were to ever stumble across such a sight, but never let it be said that Rose Tyler hadn't inherited that same fire.
Unlike her mother, however, she isn't feeling particularly affronted about the turn of events. For a moment, she has to battle the urge to laugh at the absurdity of it, chasing after vampires in an alleyway with a crossbow almost jabbing her in the bum, as well as the situation she's found herself in. Instead, she appears to be an odd mixture of both exasperated and amused — an expression only a woman like Rose could manage, edge of her lips twitching as she huffs out an incredulous breath. ]
Me? Not starting anything.
[ That might sound more innocuous if not for her previous actions, coupled with the fact it's punctuated with a sound that's nearly a chuckle. She tilts her head to indicate the small group still lurking in the vicinity, nose scrunched into an expression that could be called mocking, albeit it's more playful than malicious. ]
'Sides, I'm using you. [ As a cover for the both of them, at least, even if none of that really helps to conceal that crossbow. ] Or I could be murderin' you. Who knows.
[ Don't think for a moment she missed that nut job stalker comment. ]
good, good. ♥
Unlike her mother, however, she isn't feeling particularly affronted about the turn of events. For a moment, she has to battle the urge to laugh at the absurdity of it, chasing after vampires in an alleyway with a crossbow almost jabbing her in the bum, as well as the situation she's found herself in. Instead, she appears to be an odd mixture of both exasperated and amused — an expression only a woman like Rose could manage, edge of her lips twitching as she huffs out an incredulous breath. ]
Me? Not starting anything.
[ That might sound more innocuous if not for her previous actions, coupled with the fact it's punctuated with a sound that's nearly a chuckle. She tilts her head to indicate the small group still lurking in the vicinity, nose scrunched into an expression that could be called mocking, albeit it's more playful than malicious. ]
'Sides, I'm using you. [ As a cover for the both of them, at least, even if none of that really helps to conceal that crossbow. ] Or I could be murderin' you. Who knows.
[ Don't think for a moment she missed that nut job stalker comment. ]