Yay, I haven't been lynched yet!
BBC owns all Whovian stuff...meanies.
Once she has made it to relative safety-all safety is relative when you travel with the Doctor-Rose seeks out a comfortable cubby to settle into and turns her attention to the train wreck unfolding below.
"One could think that you were trying to hide something, parked so far away from civilization," River attempts to bait the man, her trademark smirk flashing brightly, "What are you doing all the way out here Doctor? Plotting out our next adventure I hope."
"Oh, you know how the old girl is River," he banters, fiddling with a few dials and whirly gigs in order to keep himself from checking on Rose, "She tossed a few odd readings at me and-knowing that I can never resist a good mystery-already had us landing by the time I'd completed my scans of the data."
River quirks an eyebrow at him, "Well, what was it then? Will we be having our adventures outside tonight, or will we be forced to find something inside to entertain us? If so, I can think of a few dozen things we could try. Some of them are even illegal on a half dozen worlds, I double checked to make sure of it."
Rose's hands clench in her lap Who in the hell does she think she is, talking to him like that? He's the Doctor, not some hormone driven idiot from uni. Her nearly silent grumbling is drown out by the rotors, but she's forgotten a few important details concerning River Song.
"Doctor, is there someone else on board?" the curly haired archeologist suddenly inquires, "There has to be, I just heard them. Who are you hiding my love, a new companion?"
Caught, the man's mind scrambles, "Well, um, I wouldn't call her a companion exactly, because she's nothing of the sort, although I have been led to believe that she intends on traveling with me for the foreseeable future. I have to catch her up on the present time line, of course, but that won't take long considering she is one of the most brilliant people I've ever met."
"How sweet of you, taking in another stray to ward. I've always said that you have a bigger heart than you let on," River understandably misconstrues and scans the area, "So where is she, hiding from little old me? Why Doctor, what stories have you been telling this time?"
The protective instinct born in him two lives before flares at her flippancy, "She's not a child River. In fact, she is an old-and dear-friend who needed an escape from things after she lost her husband in an accident. She's had to endure nightmares that would straighten your mop Melody Pond, so I would appreciate it if you kept that barbed tongue of yours firmly in your head while she's around, thank you very much."
Startled by the Time Lord's sudden, and emotional, outburst, Dr. Song's head droops in shame, "I'm sorry love, I didn't know."
"Of course you didn't know, not everything that occurs in my life ends up in that diary of yours," he snorts and waves a hand over his head, "You might as well come out. River is not particularly known for her self restraint and I really don't want a big mess to clean up after her curiosity has been satiated and she's been returned to Stormcage."
"But I don't want to go back yet, it's dull and my new guard has absolutely no sense of humor," Rose cringes at the other woman's plaintive whine as she descends the stairs, "I'm sure that your friend can find something worthwhile to distract her while we...You're not supposed to be here."
cue evil laugh