Considering the last time anyone in the village, other than Sirius had seen her, was the day that Elena drowned, it's a wonder that Rose isn't a little more uneasy about returning to the very spot where it happened. That she isn't more aware of the looks that people might be giving her, or at least meeting them with a defiant stare as she dares them to think her too fragile. She might have skated through her time in the village by bringing relatively little attention to herself, but after the scene by the lake that day, it's hard to imagine the near anonymity she'd found, would continue after this week.
She doesn't seem to care, or even be aware of anyone around her, however, Rose sweeping the area in search of the only face that she knows will get her what she wants. If she had the slightest clue how to operate the pod, she wouldn't even be waiting for Owen but she has more chance of figuring out the device on her wrist than she does of getting down those tubes without his assistance.
So she waits, her weight shifting from one foot to another as she fights the rising impatience, her eyes hard and looking to the est where Owen said he was coming from. The only time she even dares to drag her gaze from that direction is when she lowers her gaze to her wrist; needing the reassurance that the name is still there.
But think that I should have been
DOWN IN THE BUNKER
Give her something to fight, something to physically do and Rose is always in her element but throw her in a room full of machines and timers and tell her that brute force isn't going to help her out of this one, while a timer counts down on the life of somebody she thought she'd never see again? It's the emotional equivalent of Chinese water torture and at present, she has that edge about her that suggests she's ready to break and just start trying to smash her way into those pods.
The only thing stopping her? Owen's words. His clear and simple explanation that doing so could be the very thing that kills them. So instead she stands there, of little use for anything else. Her arms folded across her chest as she stares at the timer to make sure it doesn't change dramatically. All the while silently calculating what she would need to do to break these things apart if it turns out her particular talents are required. It's either that or she stares at the veritable coffin that encases one of her only true friends in this place, and Rose doesn't need to stare at Elena to know how she looks surrounded by water. She's been seeing it every time she closes her eyes for the last six days.
Rose || open to first responders, forward scouts, rescue people
Considering the last time anyone in the village, other than Sirius had seen her, was the day that Elena drowned, it's a wonder that Rose isn't a little more uneasy about returning to the very spot where it happened. That she isn't more aware of the looks that people might be giving her, or at least meeting them with a defiant stare as she dares them to think her too fragile. She might have skated through her time in the village by bringing relatively little attention to herself, but after the scene by the lake that day, it's hard to imagine the near anonymity she'd found, would continue after this week.
She doesn't seem to care, or even be aware of anyone around her, however, Rose sweeping the area in search of the only face that she knows will get her what she wants. If she had the slightest clue how to operate the pod, she wouldn't even be waiting for Owen but she has more chance of figuring out the device on her wrist than she does of getting down those tubes without his assistance.
So she waits, her weight shifting from one foot to another as she fights the rising impatience, her eyes hard and looking to the est where Owen said he was coming from. The only time she even dares to drag her gaze from that direction is when she lowers her gaze to her wrist; needing the reassurance that the name is still there.
Give her something to fight, something to physically do and Rose is always in her element but throw her in a room full of machines and timers and tell her that brute force isn't going to help her out of this one, while a timer counts down on the life of somebody she thought she'd never see again? It's the emotional equivalent of Chinese water torture and at present, she has that edge about her that suggests she's ready to break and just start trying to smash her way into those pods.
The only thing stopping her? Owen's words. His clear and simple explanation that doing so could be the very thing that kills them. So instead she stands there, of little use for anything else. Her arms folded across her chest as she stares at the timer to make sure it doesn't change dramatically. All the while silently calculating what she would need to do to break these things apart if it turns out her particular talents are required. It's either that or she stares at the veritable coffin that encases one of her only true friends in this place, and Rose doesn't need to stare at Elena to know how she looks surrounded by water. She's been seeing it every time she closes her eyes for the last six days.