"Good," she says and she's short and curt because she doesn't know how to be anything else. Not with a stranger, and while Rose hides it better than Anna she feels no less awkward.

She studies her, even as she stretches, crossing one arm over her chest and holding it in place, giving Anna a little nod in hope that the girl will understand she should copy. "You may have to stab them. There are plenty here that feel the same as you, but there are also those who don't. And that's not including the way they can apparently affect and change our personalities. If it came down to it, if you had to do it to save yourself or someone you cared for, do you think you could kill them?"