Rose stares as the Doctor leaves, then follows him quickly. "You can't just go swanning off!"

Down the stairs of the flats, across the estate, towards the park. She's not leaving him alone until she gets some answers, some sort of explanation -- a name would be a good start. So she keeps badgering and badgering until she gets something -- only it's some story about that living plastic and the world revolving around him. She doesn't believe it.

And yet he's right -- she's still listening. She's still hearing him out because there's something in her telling her to give him a chance, and maybe it's her curiosity telling her there might be something to it all. But she wants to know more.

"Really though, Doctor," with an imploring sort of look. "Tell me -- who are you?"