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[rosae]

( The feed opens to a woman who's clearly seen better days, hair a mess of disheveled layers and eyes circled in dark. Fellow Warmbloods might be able to relate to the way she moves — as though hardly daring to, even the most subtle shifts of her body resulting in little stabs of pain.

Despite the wince that flinches across her features as she settles back against a nest of pillows, the woman offers a quiet laugh. )

This is probably the worst time to show my face on here, huh. But I hope the rest of you who have this flu, or whatever it is, are taking care.

Anyway, since all I can really do is sit here... ( —a wry little smile; it's been weeks and she's still not too thrilled about being home-bound— ) ...it's been giving me a lot of time to think.

( She reaches very slowly for something that was just off-screen, drawing it gingerly into her lap. It's a brown teddy bear. )

This is something from my home that ended up here with me. It's my daughter's. When she was little, she had a very hard time with sleep. ( An understatement to be sure; the progressively dangerous sleepwalking spells are what she now knows were supernatural callings to her daughter's fractured soul. But Rose won't divulge that quite so openly. )

This guy brought her comfort, so in turn, he brought me comfort, too. ( She can't quite hold the stuffed animal to her chest the way she wants to, not with physical contact being as painful as it is, but one arm dares to loosely curl a bit closer around it, protective. )

Do you have anything here with you, from your home? If you don't mind sharing, what does it mean to you? This sick old lady would love to hear your stories.

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[rosae]

( Rose gives a warm smile at the words, grateful. Admittedly, she first regarded nearly everyone in this place with suspicion, but these days... much less so. She's learned that there are some truly kind, helpful people here, people who are seeking to protect what's important to them just as much as she is. And she does appreciate the kindness that complete strangers have been showing her on this broadcast. )

Pale Fire... ( She reads softly, head tilted with a genuine curiosity by what he's sharing with her. But Rose, observant as ever, does note the way that the man's face shifts a little, brows furrowing. ) I haven't heard of that one before. What's it like, if you don't mind me asking?

( That it helped lead to a love for poetry is a very intriguing thing. Of course, her eyes are widening at mention of a flight-capable car, her own brows lifting in clear surprise. She's bumped into a few people here who come from what would be considered "the future", for her, but it's always shocking. ....Also a bit shocking is when he says he's "owned" by a law enforcement agency. Rose certainly doesn't forget that, tucking the thought away for a moment. )

It can really fly? Not just... hover? ( There's a soft laugh, careful, Rose not willing to move her ribs too much. ) Where... or should I say when I'm from, flying cars are forever a hot topic of the future.

( The offer is very kind, and Rose's softer smile returns then. ) I appreciate it, but don't worry about me. My daughter's here to help me out, and she's a really good nurse. ( Rose gives the teddy bear in her lap the softest squeeze. ) I appreciate it, though. Are you a... police officer?