"Probably like it used to work," Roz shrugged a bit, "Just with more guns and running from raiders instead of going to see a movie." It was a harsh reality, but it could be lived in. They'd been living in it for this long already. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, almost like doing a little jig behind the counter. "But is this someone you would want to spend the lean and hard times with? I think that's the question you should ask yourself. That's the only real difference between then and now. Do you think you could follow Alex into danger and not regret it or vice versa? If not, I would't waste my time on it." Rosalind had a very practical viewpoint to dating post-apocalypse. If they wouldn't kill for your or because of you, then they didn't really want to be with you.