Rosalie didn't blush easily under normal circumstances because it was such a dead giveaway of emotions, but she couldn't help turning a pleased shade of pink when Stefan winked at her. Her teeth caught on her bottom lip again- a nervous habit, he might have caught on to by now- and she murmured something about might be persuaded.
"Wait, really?" By now, Rosalie knew that there were people in the building with gifts, and she had worked out some of the specifics of her own non-power with Ella, but she hadn't heard about this particular power. "Like, the waiter that was just over here?" It was a vaguely framed suggestion, so that he could actually show her if he wanted to, or he could simply explain in words if he would rather not.
Shifting a little uncomfortably at his last question, she raised her shoulders in something that resembled a shrug. "I didn't know her," she admitted. "But it seemed horrible, what happened." Stefan might not know exactly and Rosalie wasn't privy to most of the details of it, but she might as well elaborate now that he had asked. "I believe she was seeing this guy- the old Van helsing actually; his name was Emil. But he drowned right before Christmas and she made a couple posts on the forum that weren't exactly the sanest and I think it really messed her up." When she was done, she glanced back up at Stefan to gage how much of that he had actually known. True, most of it was gossip, but it had come from reliable sources at least.