When the alarms went off Rosalie didn’t look the least bit surprised. She had been warned, but even if she hadn’t, that wouldn’t have changed her lack of amazement. Humans did things like this all the time, robbed banks, took hostages and shot their guns like they were something important. It no longer fazed her. She could ignore it without trying.
The excited yelling, the scraping of chairs and bodies moving to the front door didn’t coax Rosalie to join them. She stayed where she was and if that seemed odd, well, she couldn’t say that she cared.
“I always found things like this somewhat pathetic,” she mused, her words directed at Simon and Roger, her attention now on the window at her side.