Hearing the request long before he laid eyes on the newly refreshed Roze. He walked over to a tool box and opened the top drawer. His hands two small mason jars that were Elijah's mind just perfectly sized for what was in his other hand. 

His other hand held an over sized flask like bottle that had seen many better days. The while important to Elijah was no where nearly as important as the rich mahogany colored liquid that resided inside. A special bourbon made by man who had perfected his craft over decades and decades. It was Elijah mind truly worth paying almost any price.

He sat all three glasses on the workbench by the tool box and uncorked the bottle. The smell of aged bourbon and oak filled the room and the first thing that made any kind of sense to him what seemed like an age. As finished pouring he finally looked back to see a newly refreshed Roze. A smile crept across his face as he made his way towards her. 

Handing her a glass he spoke. "Yes, I do. My name is Elijah Craigh, I'm from the great state of Tennessee, and as of a couple of hours ago public enemy number one. Its nice to meet you Roze." For a moment he thought better of it but he just couldn't help himself. "And if mother doesn't approve, I damn sure do."

Inhaling the delicious scent of the bourbon, she couldn't help but smile as he handed her the glass - or rather, jar. Classy. Not that she was complaining; she'd drank from worse things. Quelling a laugh at Elijah's last comment, she sipped the bourbon. Ah. Although the weaker cousin of whiskey, she did prefer the sweetness of it compared to the harsh burn of other drinks.
"I'm glad; maybe it'll get rid of the temptation of barbecuing me." She said satirically. "So, Tennessee, huh? I passed through there once. The people were pretty friendly... until they realized I was a Meta. Of course, I'm from Italy, originally." She said, then paused. "Not that you can tell much anymore." She'd lost pretty much all of her accent; all that remained was when she exploded into a string of Italian curse words when she lost her temper.
"Oh... and it's nice to meet you too." She said, then couldn't help but grin. "Well, now it is. Not so much when we were in that room together."

"You should have let me kill him. It could have saved us a lot of trouble. Not like he was worth saving or anything." Elijah said with a hint of frustration. Apart of him wanted to know if she was okay with the idea of seeing people burning alive and the stench of death and burning bodies. It was something that was unavoidable with him. 

"Ok, elephant in the room, why the shit were you working for the government? That's.... That's just... Ew to me. To be a dog at their beck and call? I don't understand it."

Roze sighed, giving a rueful smile.
"Yeah... Not my idea of fun, to be honest. But I was feeling a bit desperate at the time." She said, then paused, staring into the amber liquid of her bourbon, frowning slightly. "I've been hunted pretty much all of my life by a group - just finding out today that it was Apature." She said, looking back up at Elijah. "They always managed to find me, no matter where I ran to. Sure, it may take them a few weeks, but it meant I could never be truly safe."
"I was working as a small-time cat burglar in Boston when the government got in touch with me; surprising, as I was only doing low paying jobs; nothing to big or fancy to draw any attention." She paused once more to take a sip of the drink, the familiar warmth easing down her throat and sending light shivers up her back. "Anyways, cutting a long story short, they promised me decent pay and protection from whoever was hunting me, in return for my services. The first few weeks weren't so bad. I just had to fly around the city, stay in the shadows, watch out for "instances of injustice"." She scoffed, shaking her head. "No, it was the first real job they put me on that pissed me off; the Caro job." She muttered bitterly. "I regret standing in your way. I really do. The bastard deserved what he got."

Elijah let out a hardy laugh before taking a sip from his glass. "Your first real job was Caro!?" He couldn't help but laugh again. "You get to deal with me on your first go around? G-d most not like you all that much." He trailed off for a moment, letting the idea of what he just learned sink in. 

"From what I've seen, God pretty much hates my guts." She replied wryly, finishing the remainoverwhelmedbourbon and setting the mason jar on a tabletop. She wondered how he would react to what he had just learned; no doubt she surprised him by stating that she wasn't as stereotypically squeaky-clean as most superheroes were.
However, her musings were brought up short as her newly acquired phone buzzed in the pocket of her borrowed shorts. Taking it out with a frown, she heard Elijah's phone make a similar noise - no doubt they were wired to keep their lil' pixelated ears on the news - and what news it was.
Roze stared incredulously as the news footage now showcasing on her phone. A crater in the ground, people screaming, police tape, sirens... and a shitload of dead bodies, some missing limbs or even heads, and many burnt to a crisp.
"Merda! What the hell is going on? It's like everyone got a dose of crazy overnight!" She exclaimed, looking back up at Elijah.

It was the first time in a long... Long.... Long time that Elijah had an overwhelming feeling of guilt and anguish but more than anything he felt genuine sadness. For all the jokes he made about his mother he knew she was going to crying her eyes out because her baby boy was going to be labeled a terrorist. The first to home grown American to turn on his country in such a manner and the first American born meta terrorist. 

While most of the time he relished being the first of anything but this was the first time he didn't even want to be on the list. He picked up the bottle and turned it upside down. When he was done he walked over to another toolbox and pulled out a burner phone. He called a number that went to voice mail, he spoke with a a mildly shaky voice, one that conveyed his fear. They were going to get blamed for this. The fucking tv dude was going to seen as the mastermind and them his implements. "Momma, I don't know what you've heard by the time you get this but I had nothing to do with the massacre at Disney. As for what happened at the LAPD, I killed two people and set Caro on fire. But I have never committed or been a party to any whole sale slaughter of innocents. I've been apart of some horrible things momma but never that.... I love you an I'm sorry." He composed himself for a moment or two, then called another number. This time there was an answer. It was a cousin Jolee. "Hey Jolee, I left momma a voice mail see that she listens to it... Yeah I did it, I'm guilt of murder not much else.... Thank you Jolee, I'm trashing this phone, I'll make contact again soon.... Yeah, love you guys." With that his phone calls were done. He looked back at Roze told her the most honest thing he could. "Even bad men love their mommas."

He sighed and rubbed his temple before he spoke. "This is going to get a lot worse. We can run or go help or get ready for a fight. Take your pick buts those are our only options right now. This place is about become a disaster zone, a declared state of emergency and the military should be called in. Our only place to run would be the underworld. That'll be fun..." He took another swig of the bottle as he tossed the phone in the air and snapped his fingers, engulfing the phone in flames.