Rosalie found it difficult to be truly interested in the displays that surrounded her. Occasionally she’d find herself amazed – to think that such technology actually existed. However, she was not in possession of enough money to even try and invest in any of the things placed before her. Besides, what good would any of it do? Most of these things would start at the top, and she doubted that only with time that those less fortunate may even dream of possessing such a device. As a child, she would have never dreamt any of this possible.

But she needed to be interested – or at least semi-interested. How else would she mingle and strike up conversations in the months to come. This convention was a large part of keeping in touch with people who she could take advantage of.

“Indeed,” she echoed the man’s comment on the object before them. She glanced at him, shifting her weight upon her feet as he asked his question. It unsettled her that he was one to point out that she was a newcomer. At such a large event, she hadn’t expected to be singled out in such a way. “Yes. The opportunity presented itself and I couldn’t let this event pass me by. You must be a frequent visitor to these sorts of things then, I’d assume. My name's Rosalie, but most call me Rose. And you are?”

Rosalie smiled – but it was that was forced. The man didn’t look like someone she had met before – in fact if she had than he would have said something. But something settled unwell with her, and she didn’t wish to spend too much talking to this stranger. Which caused her to wonder why she felt what she did.