I can wear no adequate protection, everything comes crashing in

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It's a wet day, full of cold and bluster and unpleasantness, and Rosie's more than glad the two of them have decided to stay in for the duration. They have no concrete plans aside from curling up beneath as many blankets as they can pile on Sabrina's bed, watching movies and eating junk food until they're absolutely sick of both. Later, Nick and Charlie may stop by to share in some of it, but for now it's a girl's afternoon and Rosie can't think of anything more perfect.

"I'm only saying," Rosie says as they both go into the kitchen, "that if we alternate watching one of your terrible monster movies with something a bit lighter, we'll be able to...appreciate the contrast more." She grins. "And even if that's not true, you have to agree it's a convincing argument."

Turning away, she starts opening the pantry cupboards, looking for more snacks to bring back to their little nest in Sabrina's room.

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"Your spirit doesn't feel lighter when you see an obviously fake giant snake try to eat people?" Sabrina pursues cheerfully, both the conversational topic and the pretty girl in her kitchen. "Or what about gorillas killing to protect diamonds?"

She's perhaps on a kick about jungle and tropically located movies; maybe it's a desire to see a different climate, though she hadn't even been to the ocean before Darrow.

"Or," she drawls, watching Rosie with a mildly besotted sort of intent, "we could choose from each other's most loved genre--"

There's a bug crawling on the counter, black and bigger than it should be. It's so close to Rosie.

All it once it feels like strings she wasn't even aware of have snapped free and she's darting over, striking the bug with the flat on her hand and feeling it burst against her skin. She stands there, her shoulders heaving with breath, her eyes wide.