[i]God, the shit really hit the fan this time.[/i] Roze thought to herself as she heard the words spilling from Elijah's phone. Jesus! She turns her back on the government for less than a minute, and they already got the media hounds on her!
[i]Unless it isn't the government.[/i] she added to herself as an afterthought, frowning and shaking her head slightly as Elijah let loose with instructions on what to do. It looked like she was in trouble with him whether she liked it or not. She had no doubt she'd be on a few people's hit-lists now along with him, so she figured it would be safer with him. At the very least, they'd cause much more damage to any imbeciles who got in their way.

Not saying anything in response to Elijah, she simply nodded and followed him swiftly out of the building; in no time at all, they were in the abandoned chevy, and hurtling down the empty streets. Although relieved at the lack of police sirens and wailing behind them, Roze didn't say a word nor relax until they arrived at Elijah's hideout, and were safely indoors.

"So, you're called Elijah?" She finally said, peering at him intently. "I'm Roze. Now, in accordance to your previous words regarding myself, I can't say much about being kind," she then paused, removing her face mask and pulling back her hood, letting her ebony curls fall free over her face, "But I suppose you can decide yourself on how pretty I am." She finished dryly, giving him a wry, yet dimpled, smile.
"Hope you've got some clothes for me here - I need to get changed and get back out there. We need information on what the hell just happened; unless you've got some sort of ''friend'' out there that you can both trust and contact safely?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips casually and letting her eyes trail lazily across the room.