Things seemed to turn south very quickly for their group; too quickly for one to remain very confident in their current position. First, her own stray arrow scraping past Sagax; Roze winced on his behalf, a ton of guilt hitting her as she stayed her bow on Edith's command. Of course it had been too risky loosing an arrow in such a narrow corridor; and of course she had risked it anyway. Thank the Nine it had only scraped Sagax and not pegged him in the throat. Having to make do with a very apologetic expression from across the room, Roze couldn't help but watch on at Niernen and Do'Karth's reunion. She only vaguely recalled the Dunmer - had she joined them at Windhelm, or before? The poor woman was almost unrecognisable, with the torments she had been through.

As the group moved on, Roze's still abashed face gave way to a smile as Sagax found her - clearly he wasn't all that bothered about the gash on his leg; but Roze would still take a look at it after this shit-storm was over. Her list of people to check up on was growing; Leif, Elmera, and now Sagax. Gods... she'd have to slow down or she'd be usurping Sevine from her status as worried mother-bear. Not that Roze was anything close to bear-like - she was sure even a cub weighed more than herself.

[i]"Oh, great. We're moving even deeper into this place?"[/i] Roze grumbled silently to herself as their group laid chase to the orange-clad Dunmer. They were probably heading straight towards an even bigger group of the bastards, and who knew what else would come their way? All manners of foul beasts made the Dwemer ruins their home; Falmer, Chaurus, more of those automatons... perhaps even spiders. At that thought, Roze gave a light shudder - happy to take her mind off such terrifying creatures by examining the Dwarven door. After pressing her ear tentatively to the cool metal, and tapping lightly in a few places, she gave Edith the go ahead - it seemed safe. 

However, safety seemed to go out of the window as more Dunmer came into light, only just visible through the steam in the room. Madura, feeling chatty, decided to completely blow their cover and have a conversation with what was clearly the group's leader.

"Oh, [i]fuck[/i]. I can't believe you've done this." She muttered under her breath, staring incredulously at the idiotic journalist. What was he even doing down here in the first place? The guy was a writer! And he was going to get them all kil-
Anger ebbed, swiftly replaced by shock as something [i]huge[/i] burst through the wall, the room filling with steam. In a moment of blind panic, Roze wondered if it was a giant spider or something; relief flooding through her when she saw it was just a Dwarven Centurion.
[i]"Wait, what? Fuck. [b]FUCK[/b]. Roza you idiot, at least you can stab spiders!!!"[/i] Mentally slapping herself ([i]"[u]Just[/u] a centurion... Talos guide me. I'm losing my mind.[/i]"), Roze began backing towards the back of the room, away from the middle of the fight and bow in hand. She couldn't risk another incident like before, lest it be far more lethal for her poor companions. Casting a detect life spell, she blinked a few times as the auras lit up brilliantly in the fog before her. Even the Centurion had lit up, and it was...

Oh.

It was looking over at her. 

It's gaze shifted again, and Roze kept herself pressed near the wall, using the steam to her advantage. While they had been lucky in gaining two more members after losing Leif and Elmera at the elevator, Roze shook her head in slight disbelief as two more fell down - what had Madura been thinking? If he was still alive after this, she was going to kill him. Looking around to see if she could find him now, all that appeared were 3 figures nearby; all of them Ashlanders. She couldn't take on 3 at once... could she? Now, Roze didn't have a death wish, she wasn't Sagax - but she could hardly stand by and just let them walk out. The other Ashlanders were in the midst of the steam, and even with her spell aiding her, she couldn't risk firing an arrow into that, surely? It could injure a friend... or worse, get more of the Centurion's attention.

"Ah... fuck it." She muttered, finally knocking an arrow and aiming it towards the brightest, most sure target in front of her; the orange-clad Dunmer, Hlaalu. Well, the Centurion was certainly the easiest target, but no way in hell was she aiming towards it. Arrows do better against squishy dunmer flesh than thick dwemer plates. It certainly wouldn't go down as easily as that sphere earlier.