Remus looked at Hermione and thought that she was only saying that to put his worries to rest, not that they worked all that much really even if it was a nice thought, and thought about her offer to make him a potion to help him sleep if he wasn't getting enough of it. In fact, he wasn't. He barely closed his eyes before the nightmares plagued his mind. He pulled a hand through his already messy sandy brown hair a wry smile on his scarred face. "That actually might be helpful." He said having taken long enough to settle the pro's and con's of the decision as he took the other plate she had made, and began to eat it, unable to fight the delicious smell any more, remembering at almost the last second to actually use utensils. He grabbed them out of the drawer, knowing he could have used magic to get them to him, but he hadn't felt like it. Using magic was alright as long as streams of green didn't appear. He'd sink back into the barely climbed up hole he had managed to get somewhat out of.
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Rose playfully rolled her eyes as he protested that he had no fault in what the TARDIS was doing. "I'm sure that you think so, but 'm sure that she'd disagree." She said grinning. "And don't say that in front of her, she'll not open her doors for you if you're rude to her." She points out having been in a situation like that more than a few times, and it almost cost both her and her Doctor their lives before the TARDIS had cooled down from her temper to let them in but refused to go anywhere the Doctor had wanted to go for at least three trips. And that was a long time for the TARDIS to be in a huff. Rose bit a nail nervously and decided to go with a bit of the truth. "I haven't been in London long enough to get a car yet." It's only been three weeks after all since she had appeared here in a burst of golden light and decided to first things first, look for somewhere to rent to live. That and she had to be sure that she hadn't existed in this universe neither. It was weird that the two different universes that she had gone to, there was no record of a Rose Tyler anywhere. Sure Jackie and Pete had existed, but they had died in the car accident that had killed her father in her original universe. Only they had been together and hadn't had kids yet. "And 'sides, it isn't that far, just a few blocks, a left and a right, and there's the facility." Either that or she was too used to movement to really be really affected much by the distance. After all, getting used to running had been a whole lot harder than walking here and there and back again getting acquainted with this London. It was almost very similar to her own, but there was just something....off. Didn't know what of course, but it hadn't felt like home until the blue box had crashed into the yard of the house she lived in.