[ Rose is perched on the roof getting used to the elements, and has made the executive decision to never, ever wear a uniform that includes chainmail. It's useful as hell to deal with what's back home, but here, it's been radiating her body heat to the environment. And she's very much without her usual resistance to the cold. It sucks. ]
You okay?
[ She has one hand on the hilt of her knife, eyeing Sansa very warily. She has the advantage in higher ground and in speed, but never underestimate anyone, especially if they look innocent, there could very well be explosives under the coat. Though, if Sansa's defenceless... that changes the game. ]
two.
You okay?
[ She has one hand on the hilt of her knife, eyeing Sansa very warily. She has the advantage in higher ground and in speed, but never underestimate anyone, especially if they look innocent, there could very well be explosives under the coat. Though, if Sansa's defenceless... that changes the game. ]