"Well she's alright, just a big knot at her head where she hit it against the table, a little dehydrated and probably needing nutrients but other than this strange lyric less melody right where 'is second heart is, there's nothin' else wrong with her." Owen said having examined the girl his medical knowledge only second fiddle to their other members of Martha and her boyfriend Mickey. Or was it fiancée now? But knowing that the Doctor had a second heart thanks to Martha, he had been curious to see how it was that Rose hadn't been worse off with bleeding wounds, and in fact the ones she did have seemed to be healing themselves at a quicker rate than normal human capacity. Ianto gave Jack his beverage a caring smile to the immortal.

Rose felt like she had been knocked down by a car, while her head felt like someone dropped a dictionary on it as she came to consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open seeing the top of her Doctor's head not daring to believe that she had done it. And at the first try too! All her hard work. It amounted to something. She slowly reached out and pulled her fingers through his hair a wry little smile on her lips. "Not takin' care of yourself again. What am I going to do with you, you daft alien?" She asks softly knowing that she was here. Permanently. She owed it to the woman in her universe who had helped her out when she was out and working hard on the Vortex Manipulator. 
[I]"Whoever you're trying to reach with that, I have a feeling he desperately will need you too."[/I] The woman had said in answer to Rose's question of what she was doing. She saw the cup of tea in Jack's hands. "I could murder for one o' those." She said not actually meaning it, despite the training she had from her not really father, but becoming her father's Torchwood. She had only killed that Dalek because she knew there were no chances with that kind who were bred to kill anything not like them. Ianto smiles kindly at Rose.
"Certainly. I'll be right back." He said going up the stairs to fetch the lady her tea.