She cautiously steps across the metal grating to the door. The Doctor has just turned around and is standing over Emory's shoulder, smiling down at her. Rose lingers by the controls and the dials, looking over at the two. He clasped Emory's hand in his and took hold of the door handle.
Rose took brisk steps over to the pair and stood behind them, a reassuring hand on Emory's shoulder. "Won't your mum be looking for you?" she asked. Emory shook her head and took hold of the other handle. They exchanged glances and pushed forward.