Shego pointed mutely at Bernard, inspecting the new arrival with the same open suspicious she tended to use on all strangers. She'd seen his creepy-twin-with-half-a-face a couple times and she had to admit, if only to herself, that the more symmetrical look was a marked improvement.

"Lemme see that." She took the book and arched an eyebrow at the cover. Oh. The formerly-shrill-harpy-turned-fairly-reasonable-British-chick. "Rose Tyler. Doesn't this just keep getting better," she said flatly.