Rosalie had sat quietly throughout the entire Nocturne meeting, she hadn't said a word while there nor raised any points that needed discussion, she was far too busy worrying about all the commotion and slaughter that the ghoul had caused with the Humans. No doubt there would be repercussions, and bad ones at that. Perhaps most of the Nocturne would not survive this. Though she hadn't exactly agreed with the ancient vampire when he pointed out the young female ghoul that resided with a different ancient vampire, it wasn't her fault that one of her own strange kind was a sloppy hunter that couldn't hide the bodies of the slaughtered. Rather the blame belonged to the Ghoul who couldn't hunt Humans properly.<br/><br/>Sighing, she saw that the young female ghoul and the venerable ancient vampire that she resided with, were outside of the rather warm meeting room, and clearly talking to one another about numerous, and possibly interesting, subjects. Waiting a few moments for them to finish up their discussion, she rather timidly and slowly walked up to the pair of Nocturne. Talking to others, at least in this manner, was not something she did rather frequently, her temperament and movements often reflected this in a rather adverse manner, highlighting her lack of social experience.<br/><br/>At first she was overcome with a sense of dread and fear, she never liked being around ancients vampires, no matter the occasion and even if she was a fairly old vampire herself, and she didn't really have the highest faith in ghouls, especially not after what happened yesterday night with the murderous Ghoul and the amount of prey that he or she had butchered. If there was something she couldn't stand, it was gluttonous hunters, or those that killed for little more than pleasure rather than to actually consume their prey.<br/><br/>Looking up, at the slightly taller female ghoul's face, she said to her in a slightly worried and fearful tone, "Sorry for zhere vords, it vasn't your fault that a zifferent ghoul vent on a rampage and killed and zhose Humans. Zat ancient just seems to jump to conclusions, like an idiot."<br/><br/>Taking a moment to compose herself, Rosalie made a mental note to try and lessen her accent, or perhaps get rid of it entirely. It never helped during any kind of conversation, unless it was with another her nationality. Swallowing, she continued with her shaky sentence, "I vould like to know if I can come vith you on ze hunt latter tozay? It vould make it easier for both of us to catch prey. And maybe we could share vhat we kill? If zhere iz not enough, Ja? Or maybe, I could drain ze blood from zhem. Make your job eazier." She could almost hear the hesitation and fear in her own voice. Something which only made her already very fragile amount of courage, even worse.<br/><br/>Glancing at the taller, and by far older, vampire male, she tried not to show any manner of fear in her facial features, before returning her gaze to the younger ghoul, who was still taller than her by a few inches and could possibly still be angry at the horrid vampire ancient that singled her our for being a ghoul during the meeting mere moments ago. Rosalie just hoped that she wasn't angered, though no doubt the ancient vampire that lived with her would stop her from killing anyone while in the theatre, wouldn't he?