"No," Sexy's not sure what those words mean, and she almost gets lost for a second trying to recall them from her database. Ah, well. Perhaps it was buried somewhere beyond her reach, but Rose has moved on to another line of questioning. Talking with Sexy was a bit like a jigsaw puzzle where the middle piece kept changing shape, but that was par for the course at this point.

"Myself. Well, I wouldn't be the one who answered, of course. My thief. You know him." Sexy gesticulated, pressing a hand insistently against her chest. "You know me too, dear, but we haven't really had the pleasure of talking with mouths until now. More...foosh-pffsh."

She's attempting to articulate Rose looking into her console, reaching out and brushing their very essences together. It's very likely she may not even remember, after the whole business of the Doctor absorbing the extra energy and regenerating.