<div align="center"><em>Ethereal Rose</em></div><br/>Rose keeps herself out of the limelight post-entrance, quite happy to be neither focus nor leverage in whatever unpleasantness is going on with these two gangs and the outsider. They were usually pretty casual about violence, at least the instances she'd seen, so the fact they seemed to have a more personal interest in this guy than most didn't bode well. Likely a bad time to draw attention to oneself, considering.<br/><br/>Fortunately, she has a much more pleasant excuse for being in the area. With the window out of the way she's clear to hand an apple fritter over to Amanuel, or rather, to hold one up where he can reach it. In her time around the gearhead she'd learned a few things about good etiquette in the workshop: one, don't touch the tools without asking first. Two, don't ask any questions you don't want answered. Three, don't ask about the stains; you will not want those answers. Four, if Amanuel is inside a vehicle, stay outside the vehicle. That last one was more Rose's personal stance on the matter than a courtesy rule around the Savvyhead. Maybe it was taking it a little too literally to simply hold the fritter up outside the window to be taken rather than actually reach inside the cab to hand it over, but then, this was a hell of a lot more vehicle than she'd ever seen left to Amanuel's passions before. It just seems like a good idea to be cautious until she has a better bead on the situation.<br/><br/>As an aside, she traded fritters in moving from hood to door, pulling one of the two clean ones out to donate instead. She'd keep the one she tapped on blood residue for someone else. Oh, hey, Marco's right here. How convenient. Once Rez has said her piece and moved on, Rose tosses that first fritter to the Dogs' master. "Yeah," she says, "I can see that. Different kinda mess than your usual 'refactoring,' though. Lemme know if you need a hand cleaning shit up later; I might have a few minutes tonight. You can catch me up on whatever the fuck this was."<br/><br/>Rose shifts away from Amanuel's door then, backpedaling slowly along the side of the vehicle with her eyes on Marco. "I go away for a few days and you start letting the birds take all the meat, hey, Unc?" Rose skirts around the outside of the armored car, rapping the hull with her knuckles here and there in a quiet rhythm, as if trying to find the hardware's heartbeat. "Damn fine toys, I'll give him that. Didn't expect I'd get a chance to look at it up close like this without bullets flyin'."<br/><br/>The last fritter's for her: she munches into it coming around to the passenger side, leaning into the metal. "Must be havin' good times, stuff like this floating around in your hold. I<em>marvel</em>at your success."