"People think it's all pirouettes and shit." Yeah, this guy gets it, and Rosa appreciates it. While some brute strength is needed when it comes to taking down perps, she's found that it's a combination of the two that has proved to be especially beneficial for her. Sometimes you gotta clothesline someone, but sometimes you've gotta curl your legs around their neck and take them down with a twist of your torso. She likes both, so long as the perp's caught in the end.
She hesitates for a second when she's so directly asked her name, but she assesses the situation. One, the guy's in no condition to go after her, and she's fairly certain she could at least hold her own if it came down to it. Two, it doesn't seem like anyone in the village is chomping at the proverbial bit to get a taste of blood; if anything, it's like a fucking Mister Rogers situation here with everyone helping each other out with all of their various shit. Three, her tightness with the squad over the last handful of years has, despite her protests, changed her. She still falls back into her old ways of distrust and suspicion, but no overt alarms are going off in her head, and the squad's made her softer than she used to be.
"Rosa," she replies, though it's fairly obvious she isn't too pleased about sharing her name with someone she barely knows. When she'd first arrived, she'd considered using an alias, because who the fuck would know if it was the truth? It didn't make sense, though, in the long run .. so here she is, handing out her real name like fucking candy.
She folds her arm across her chest and looks like she doesn't believe his tale. That's because .. she doesn't. Years on the Force have taught her to read lies in people's faces. But the fact of the matter is .. she doesn't really care whether it's the truth or not. If this guy's got his reasons for withholding information, then she's not going to stop him.
"Yeah, what the fuck is with these "powers" and all that bullshit? Do you know what the others are?" She's vying to ask about red, specifically, but that's giving too much away. She'll keep it vague for now. Also, "thanks, for offering to talk to people for me." A pause. "It's not exactly a strong suit."
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She hesitates for a second when she's so directly asked her name, but she assesses the situation. One, the guy's in no condition to go after her, and she's fairly certain she could at least hold her own if it came down to it. Two, it doesn't seem like anyone in the village is chomping at the proverbial bit to get a taste of blood; if anything, it's like a fucking Mister Rogers situation here with everyone helping each other out with all of their various shit. Three, her tightness with the squad over the last handful of years has, despite her protests, changed her. She still falls back into her old ways of distrust and suspicion, but no overt alarms are going off in her head, and the squad's made her softer than she used to be.
"Rosa," she replies, though it's fairly obvious she isn't too pleased about sharing her name with someone she barely knows. When she'd first arrived, she'd considered using an alias, because who the fuck would know if it was the truth? It didn't make sense, though, in the long run .. so here she is, handing out her real name like fucking candy.
She folds her arm across her chest and looks like she doesn't believe his tale. That's because .. she doesn't. Years on the Force have taught her to read lies in people's faces. But the fact of the matter is .. she doesn't really care whether it's the truth or not. If this guy's got his reasons for withholding information, then she's not going to stop him.
"Yeah, what the fuck is with these "powers" and all that bullshit? Do you know what the others are?" She's vying to ask about red, specifically, but that's giving too much away. She'll keep it vague for now. Also, "thanks, for offering to talk to people for me." A pause. "It's not exactly a strong suit."