"Rose Marion Tyler! A tattoo! You look just like some hooligan off the streets. You'll have that for the rest of your life, you know, so I hope you like it. And your beautiful hair! What have you done! It'll take weeks to set it straight now." Jackie was fuming.
"Mum. Have you got anything else to say? The fangs? The fact that I'm undead?" Rose could hardly believe it. Her mother's greatest protest was about a tattoo, not her craving for O-negative.
"Well, yeah. It's upsetting. You could have called or come 'round, though. You're my daughter, no matter what you eat," Jackie admonished. The Doctor had to give the woman credit.
"I like the ink, Jackie," he interrupted. "It sort of suits her." He laughed at the glare she shot him.
Rose hugged her mum with such force that she literally picked the woman up. "I love you, mum. Thanks for not freaking out about this."
"Oh, I'm freaking out. And you're coming around when it's time to clean under the furniture. Take you second to move that old sofa. Takes me all day."
Rose laughed and hugged her mother again. They stayed until Jackie went to bed, then hit the TARDIS. "You tired, Rose?" the Doctor asked.
"Nah. Don't sleep much anymore. I'm a bit nocturnal, too. I won't burn up in the daylight, but it hurts my eyes and makes me feel tired," she explained.
"So, is it safe to assume you would want to hit the road? Vortex? Whatever?"
A smile split her face in half. "Thought you'd never ask."