Rose spends maybe 5 or so minutes watching the boat drift away before eventually just leaping off the building without a ladder. She hits the ground nimbly, landing directly on her feet. Her eyes lazily drifted around, almost looking as if she wasn't completely there. The look of someone possessed, someone who was merely THERE.

"Well first off, this is the market district. As you can see, the wharf is over there, and then the goods are brought over-" she spins on her heel, pointing to the multiple stalls of the district, "there."