They're both good at wearing a mask it seems, despite Rose's little slip earlier. She's more aware now to watch herself, pushing everything down, a trait she's had many years of practice at. It's easy, sling a few cutting remarks, act offended when it suits her and wait for something she can twist around.

"Do they? I haven't met any yet, you'll have to tell me where they're all hanging out so we can meet." She watches him check his communicator, raising a brow. Waiting for someone? She goes to ask but he beats her to her, Rose studying his expression for cracks.

"How bleak is pretty bleak?" She bites back the use your words Dave that sits so snarkly in her throat and it's then it slides up into view, and just like that Rose is on the defensive, the way the troll so casually jabs her brother only feeding into her defensiveness.

"Keep your hands off him," she spits, voice like ice and furious hatred in her eyes and Rose steps forward without warning, arms up to push the troll back and fuck how she wishes she had a set of needles. No worry, it's small, much smaller than the one in the arena, she's sure she can take it barehanded if she must.