She wrinkled her nose at that name. Martha Jones. Rose couldn't understand for a second what the Doctor saw in her. Apparently his standards in companions had gone down since he lost Rose.

"But you weren't," she replied, her voice firm this time. "You weren't lost. You're here. And you're a Time Lord, like you should be."

She paused for a moment, listening to the rain.

"But you heard the drums?" she continued. "Even then?"