If it were possible, Romana's eyebrows would have shot into her hairline. As it was, her eyes widened at the look. It was so... at odds with his reputation. Cold, calculating, and logical now he seemed... barely in control.

But she couldn't focus on that, not while Rain was so young and needed looking after. So while she'd rather follow the Master and get more details on this resurrection of his, she instead sat at the table next to Isabel.