"Nothing," she assures him with an easy smile and a faint shake of her head, her response a little automatic. A little less than perhaps he deserves, given what good friends they are. "I've just...until Darrow, I never had friends who'd be willing to belt anyone for me if they needed it. Not even my brother would've, I don't think." Rosie ducks her head again. "It's...nice, in a very odd sort of way."

Rosie listens to everything else with a thoughtful, considering expression as she finishes what remains of her water. "No, you're right," she says, dutifully taking her empty glass into the kitchen and putting it in the sink. "With everyone coming and going, it'd be easy for a pet that was supposed to be everybody's becoming nobody's at all." None of which would be fair, to either the staff at the Home--as glad as she was to be out from under their thumb, she didn't truly wish hardship on them--or to whatever animal fell under their care.