"Well, currently he's having a nightmare." Rose said as she made sure the Doctor didn't hurt himself by laying on him and once more her heightened mental senses brushed against his walls as if to reassure him that she was there. She drew circles on his wrists as she held him onto the bed, pretty much straddling him. "Not. One. Word. Harkness." She said not bothering to look up to know that Jack had a coy smile on his lips and was going to make a lewd suggestion of some sort. Years may have passed, but one didn't just forget who they were because of that fact. After all, Jack was still a flirt after waiting for the Doctor for one hundred years. She was grateful for that, but she couldn't afford to be distracted when she was doing her best at assuring the love of her life that she was here and safe.