"I surely can't blame them for fighting over her... She is rather beautiful," Rose mutters to her self, finger to her lip in a thoughtful manner. 

[i]"Beautiful enough to dismember her and watch her slowly bleed to death!" [/i] the voice within said, ever the optimist. Rose ignored it as usual, more so worried about how hot her cheeks felt. She didn't need to even speak with the other woman to be infatuated. Rose felt a certain urge -no, a longing- to go and speak with her. She instinctively pulls her scarf up to hide her bright red cheeks, but continued watching the woman. A longing was all she was going to feel, for she knew the woman wouldn't like her. For one, Rose looked like a child, no more than maybe 16. On top of that, she was so socially awkward, the most she could hope for was a laugh of pity from the others. 

[i]"If you just murder them all, then you don't need to worry about shame!"[/i]