Open.
Time didn't heal wounds, and time certainly didn't help with adjusting either. Never mind that there were plenty of questions without answers, which fell into the immediate category of things which Rose Tyler detested and wanted to fix. But here, things were drastically different. She was devoid of things she had taken for granted, starting over again. Completely over again, really, if she was being honest with herself because Torchwood wasn't just going to pop on up here and make itself known, here at the end of the universe. It was exasperating to think about, and Rose didn't like to be exasperated. It was time for something different, at least for now.
At least there was this sort of network, the communication means between the rest of them. It was better than not having anything to start with, no means to begin again, and this was familiar. Rose had been able to network fifty computers within the span of eight hours, her fingers flashing and sailing across shined and new keys, and it hadn't been easy but it had been successful.
If only she could be as successful at wiping away the irritation from her eyes. Rose managed to fix a pleasant smile on her face, because at the very least that would make the day less trying. And there were good things about it, because the Doctor - even if he wasn't hers - was here, and he was happy to see her. Been quick to sweep her up into his arms, and that gave her hope that somehow things were going to work out.
Now, it was just a matter of what she was going to do with herself in this new place.