"Well I didn't take it anywhere, just kind of got it stable... but that was because we had to stop some Mr. Potato Heads from trying to suffocate the Earth..." Donna trailed off as well, apparently a common thing for anyone who'd traveled with the Doctor if Rose was any indication. Things just didn't have to make sense sometimes, especially when it came to that man.

"Care of him? It's like I'm his bloody babysitter!" she sneered, looking away for a moment to cool off before turning her head back, "But I guess. Yeah," she nodded, "But it's more like we take care of each other, you now? But not... you know... not like that. Never like that. Never ever." Through all of that denial, Donna's hand was firmly held up to prove a point. Her and that skinny little spaceman? Please! "I'd rather be with an actual rat!"