If it weren’t for the fact that she recognized the voice, Rose probably would have bounced at the sound of him calling out to her. She hadn’t been trying to go out of her way to be antisocial exactly, she’d just found it easier not to people too much since the fight with the Wendigo. That and this was the first time since her arrival when she’d felt something close to a sense of purpose. Sure, said purpose was enabling her to pummel things and people for fun but it was still valid, at least in her books.

The door opened with a soft click, Rose following the direction she’d heard the voice come from, her footsteps light as she moved around as if she’d practiced being quiet on her feet. She came to a stop in the entrance to the living area, leaning against one wall. Her arms folded over her chest as she watched him quietly for a moment or two.

“You realize you’re not helping to kill the whole, monk stereotype, yeah?”