Anyone paying attention to Rose closely could tell something was bothering, something new apparently since she was calmer when leaving then she was upon entering. I felt like a child annoyed at my frustration 200 years, 200 years  of knowledge and I still couldn't what this one girl was. I felt like stomping around, maybe throwing something and demanding an answer of her. Of course I did no such thing, the impulse was fleeting at best and before she even reached us I was smiling and at ease again.<em>She's just a puzzle that's all. It's really too bad I hate puzzles.</em>"So Neil where are we going running anyway?" I asked once Rose had reached us again.