"Being rude back doesn't help." Rosette took his hand finding it much more rough than she thought it would be. Her had was nothing but soft with a touch of sharpness at the tips of her fingers. "I have no last name but you can call me Rosette, or Rose for short" Rosette stood up walking over to the weapons letting a hand cross over them. Each of them gave off their own feeling, a soul if you would. Different pictures of their masters and people they have killed ran through her mind. A few of them looking oddly familiar. "I'm assuming you got these from your parents." Two people stood out in her mind the most. Some of the pictures were of the two saving each other. Rosette moved her hand away exhausting herself quickly. "May I also see the one you're holding?" She walked over to Marcus holding out her hand.