Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.
Rosalie could see from Ella's expression that her guess had not been the correct answer to whatever the other woman wanted. "Well, no," she admitted, "My name's Rosalie. And it is Rosalie," she added for good measure, since Ella had already protested it once. There was an obvious difference in the way she was acting compared to how the others all seemed to be half-soaked in their fairy tales, but she had no idea why it was.
"I already got rid of all the needles," she explained to Ella, biting on her lip at the thought of it. "I don't need them to fall asleep anyway."
Daniel said stay; Ella said she didn't have to; and Rosalie hoped that she would, at least so she didn't end up back outside with the vampire. The part about Ella's father got to her though, and her hands paused where they were laying bandages onto the other woman's shoulders. "Ella...can you tell me more about what your father said?" True, they already had a Beauty, but fathers and yellow dresses and rose petals were all saying right now that they could have been wrong about that one.