Rose never judged a book by it's cover. Considering her love of literature, she would hate for her favorite novels to be dubbed as unworthy grunge-trash merely by the heavy Blackletter font choice and simplistic covering.

Perish the thought.

There was a distinct lack of 'hustle and bustle', if one could even call the dwindling number of NPCs and players that. Rose didn't mind.

Following him, she was quick to take a small seat on the make-shift chairs for waiting customers, if some would use it. The small area was more or less for coming and going but two or so chairs seemed perfect for those essentially needing a rest.

"I do actually," Rose said with a small shift in gaze towards him, "I'd like to know something fairly simple."

She paused. It was hard to question. Especially considering all of the information they needed to defeat the batterwitch, Jack, and whatever else SBURB threw their way. But, she went personal.

"Do you know Dave considers his brother, whom is essentially you in theory, a hero? Before you get pessimistic, let me tie this directly to you: do you feel at peace meeting Dave? Because beneath that cliche cool guy demeanor, Dave is happy to meet you."

She left it at that. It wasn't a question, but she had to throw that out there. Closure, since she could pick up the fact he spoke in past-tense of his brother. It could mean multiple things, but she didn't kid herself on that.

Her gaze maintained it's noble state, a soft nod rolling off in confirmation that she wasn't lying.