Michelle felt Rose pull away and released her, but kept her hands at the ready in case the girl decided she needed to run. She knew what she was going through, but knew there was only so much she could do at any one moment. "Okay, we can go someplace, but you have to promise me that after a shower, a hot meal and a nap," she figured that's what she was after. It's what she wanted in her first moments after she'd been altered as well.<br/><br/>She gestured to the door, "let's go, then," she said, "your new home isn't very far, just a block away." It was across the street, more or less. THe less exposure she got to the new city before she was ready, the better. Michelle knew as much. She knew, to a point, what was likely going through the other girl's head about now.<br/><br/>She cast a look at the nurse, who scowled but pulled out a tablet and started pecking and swiping at it. "All right, Miss Rachel," she said, holding the tablet out for Rosalie and Michelle to sign, "here you are. This just says you've finished your treatment and are free to go, and that your guide here," she gestured to michelle, "is going to be responsible for you for the next few days," the nurse said in a matter-of-fact businesslike tone.<br/><br/>Michelle quickly scribbled on the tablet with her finger, below the line meant for one "Rachel Thompson", Rosalie's new identity.