<span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Rose didn't particularly enjoy the woman touched her, or holding her hand, for that matter. She would have jerked it away but she felt her head pounding and her stomach was churning now as well, taking all of her energy to keep from puking up anything she had in her stomach... Or dry heaving.<br/>
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She cringed a little when the woman implied being her friend, as well as her roommate. She was going to have to room with someone? Didn't even get her own place? That also tweaked a nerve of annoyance, eyes glaring at the woman and her lips remaining sealed shut. Rosalie dug the nails of her free hand into her palm, the other loosely contained in the woman's grip. The silence was somewhat nerve racking and if Rose had been in her original body, she might have even looked insane.</span></span>