"Right. John Smith." Hadn't she heard that name before from someone else? It wasn't really even a question that she asked herself; she knew it happened to be the alias the Doctor used on occasion. "Where'd you get that?" She pointed at the sonic screwdriver. Maybe this man had nicked it off the Doctor, but the more hopeful part of herself wanted to believe he had it because he owned it.

But then there was the psychic paper, and Rose couldn't hold back a grin. "Psychic paper's a bit of an old trick, you know. It also tends to work a bit better on people who've never seen it before." Let him make of that whatever he wanted, but if he was as clever as Rose knew him to be, he'd puzzle it out quickly enough.