The door opening caused both the young women to look at the other in sheer panic. For it had admitted disaster.
"I saw Cat's bike outside. We weren't going to celebrate till later. Seems a bit greedy to get her presents so early. Well no matter how----." Jackie cut off what she was saying when she got into the livingroom. She saw that indeed Caitlyn was here, along with Rose. Along with....Jackie probably would have thrown something possibly fragile towards the chair where the Time Lord was sitting if Caitlyn didn't stand in front of him in a protective stance. "Why the bloody hell is that bloody man doin' back here?! Showing his ugly mug like yew haven't been grieving for him as if he had died?!" She yelled.
"Quit it." Caitlyn said quietly. Yet it had the desired effect. The American was sort of glaring at her relative, and pulled a hand through her hair. "He's really sick Auntie Jackie. He doesn't need to be yelled at today. Besides I'm afraid your going to get him worse than he is. And trust me he's gotten a whole lot more pale while here as well as getting sick to his stomach. I would appreciate it if you put your yelling/scolding on hold. Please." She asked kindly a look of defeat on the American's face.