<div align="center"><em>Ethereal Rose</em></div><br/>Rose did turn around at that announcement. Frosty the Gunman gobbled up by Sundowner? That could be a thing. One of the (few) perks of doing these makeup jobs for Thumbs was being on the in for what info he had on hand. You could miss a lot in a week.<br/><br/>Thumbs' ass waggling around was one of the things she didn't mind missing.<br/><br/>Catching his package was the natural thing to do, even if it meant having to put up with him making more orders like she had to listen to them. She still would, but really, when all was said and done...well, they'd deal with that when the time came. In the meantime: "Been a while since I've had a sit-down with the sundown. Sounds like as good a time as any to do some catching up." No need to say anything about the gun; tucking it into the back of her pants should be answer enough there.<br/><br/>As for the other thing? She couldn't help but smile. "Thumbs, if I respected you - on the street, under your roof, wherever - you know I'd be the only one who does, right?" The redhead popped a thumb Black John's way as he came back in, "unintentionally" flashing her before he got himself all tucked away again post-piss. "Way I hear it, even John here's a better lay. Might want to work on your reputation some. I'll see you tonight."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Home" is a pretty ambiguous concept for Rose lately. Some crazies throwing a fit ended up breaking her old place down a few weeks back before they got put in the ground and she hadn't really had the time or means to get a new one for herself, so she's been bouncing from cot to cot where she could find room. Didn't seem right to impose on Amanuel, even if he probably had space for her to crash until she got back on her feet; he had enough on his plate without her asking to bunk. Besides, he might know his machines, but hanging out with him that close? Well...she was maybe a little worried about waking up with him trying to install a bolt in her face or something. Maybe he's trustworthy to an extent, but his priorities weren't always on the same page as most people.<br/><br/>Still, coming back to Randy's shitty little shack made the idea of finding a place to hunker down in the workshop more and more appealing. Randy'd bugged out a while back; having Black John & co. bust down his door shook the kid up pretty bad, spooked him off who knows where. Prob'ly back to his momma's. No big deal. Gave her someplace quiet to squat a while, even if it meant Thumbs knew where to find her and had not trouble getting there. It was free and, for the most part, quiet. Compromises. Not much in it to speak of, just a pretty good mattress on a rickety frame, broken-up mirror in the corner and an end table on her half. Some of the torn-up fuzz around the floor suggested there'd maybe been a couch in there or something at some point, but whatever it was it was long gone by the time she'd taken him up on the offer to come back to his place the first time.<br/><br/>Rose collapsed on the bed halfway out of her shirt and immediately was gone.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rez's shotgun rapping on the ATV's door was what woke her. She didn't know exactly what that harsh metal smack was, prob'ly didn't even consciously hear the sound, but it got her eyes open anyway.<br/><br/>Didn't seem any reason to rush. Took her time finishing off her last bottle of water, changed into her spare shirt - a nicer ribbed tank top she liked to wear when she knew she'd be staying inside the hold, fit a bit more snug than the other one. Flaunt it if you got it and all that. Quick glance out the window told her she shouldn't need the overshirt for the weather, so that was that: hand cannon at her hip, chains unmoved from the day before (fucking hell she had to stop falling asleep with those on - chafed like a motherfucker), she was ready to stop by Faleen's Fritters to drop some jingle on fruit and that that nutty drink they made. One of the nicer bright spots in Marco's hold, this stuff: fruit might not be legendary-rare, but it wasn't like you'd just stumble onto an orchard out there, either. Something to look forward to whenever she was staying local a while, these tasty breakfasts. She picked up enough for three, on the off chance Amanuel had a guest over, and headed the way of his sanctuary.<br/><br/>Now, on average, Amanuel didn't seem to sweat things like leaving his door open or unlocked or whatever, at least it seemed that way to her - most likely he just wasn't thinking about the dangers of unsecured places - but unlocked was one thing. Splinters shattered on the ground outside from somebody kicking it in? Shouting going on she could hear even when she was still yards out? That was another. Rose moves her fritter bag to one hand and put her gun in the other without slowing her stride, just keeps on moving along the workshop wall toward that busted door, listening to what she can pick up from the inside. Better to know what she'd be getting into before just jumping in headfirst.<br/><br/>"...remedy one day, but today is not that day."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">And now I'm up to speed! I hope. I don't think Rose could read the sitch while she's still outside not seeing it, could she?</div></div>