When Margot didn't move, Rosalie lowered the candlestick slightly. Her aim probably was worse, and it was the type of thing better suited to act as a club if the woman got too close anyway. The hand reaching behind her finally came to rest on the doorknob as she glared fiercely at the redhead. There were very few people that told Rosalie Belvedere where she could and couldn't go and this woman, or assassin or whatever she was wasn't one of them. "Why do you care?"