Rozalia was silent as the introductions went around the room, the tension considerably lighter. Huh. That Niko guy was pretty good with words. As the Argonian began his introduction, she wondered idly what she herself would say. A thief? No, she needed to make herself sound more impressive than that. She was an expert sneak, but again, not really a useful thing to have for hunting down dragons. Lock-picking, pick-pocketing, speech... those were her fortes. But nothing useful against a dragon.
[i]Well,[/i] She thought to herself. [i]Looks like I'm going to have to dig into the ol' bag of horseshit for this.[/i]
Sitting up straighter - although not standing - she gave the room a half-smile. 
"Well, I'm Rozalia. As you've obviously already noticed, I'm a rogue - most can't see me when I get into the shadows," she darted a sly glare at Vincent, who hadn't spoken much more after dropping the helmet - ", but I'm an all round good at everything sort of girl." She said, then paused, realizing that had sounded pretty big-headed. "Well, what I mean is I'm good with my blades, I'm good - no, pretty good - with my bow, and my Breton blood gives me a good foothold when it comes to magic." She finished, not bothering to mention that despite her Breton blood, she didn't really partake in magic. Oh, boy. She was gonna have to work on that one. "And, I'm an excellent people person. I can talk my way out of anything." She added with a roguish grin, not mentioning the incident with her new vampire friend, and praying he wouldn't either. Never before had first impressions mattered so much.