Rose snorted, albeit softly. The seemingly stoic pronouncement resonated with her ingrained military outlook, summed up in the simple statement politely phrased as "stuff happens". Besides, she was partial to tough old biddies, not least because she was likely to join their ranks herself someday, provided she survived that long. "Right," she murmured before heaving herself to her feet and turning to walk back along the top of the train with careful steps as it rounded a large-radius curve northward.