Dustin was very observant and knew deep, deep down that it was not Rose. He was not sure though and wasn't about to call the bluff this woman played without more evidence. He frowned as she said yes starved. The frown quickly masked and he says without much emotion. "Good." he says imply. He watched her out of the corner of his eye. Inwardly saying Rose never picks up her fork willingly. He watched her eat not just slowly but eat it all. He knew then for sure that this was NOT Rose. Rose was terrified to eat. He had to practically force her to eat. He tensed as she sat in his lap. Shaking his head. He did not like this. Her eyes were another color too. This sealed his actions and decision. He flinched as her hand was on his chest. Shaking his head. "No. I don't. You aren't Rose." he says simply. Trying to move her off of him. Pursing his lips as she crushed her lips to his. Shaking his head. "No." he says slightly fearful. He picks her up and pushes her onto the bed. Standing up with a rush. Whirling to face her. "You are not Rose! What have you done with her?!" he demanded. his eyes firey with anger.