Rosalind had set herself up in a home that she'd found on the edge of town. It was a tiny house that had been cobbled together out of what could possibly have once been two shipping containers. It was simple and easy to maintain for someone who was going to be on the road often. It also had a huge window overlooking her bed that would allow her to warm up when the sun rose in the mornings. That was especially important now that her body was starting to turn more and more like a reptile. In general, she adored her home. It also happened to be far enough away from everyone else that she got the kind of silence and solace that she preferred.
The day had passed by very slowly for Roz. She was somewhat worried about JJ and what may have been going with her. Finding her brother, while excellent news, was also something unexpected. How many people had they lost? And to actually find one now? That sounded ominous to her.
The younger woman knocked and Roz opened the door with a smile. She adored JJ as if she was an older sibling. She couldn't remember if she had siblings or not and that, she supposed, was what had made her more prone to accepting JJ as such.