"She fell?" The worry returned, and the confusion, and they were so mixed up this time that it was difficult for Rosalie to separate her next thoughts as she tried to speak them all at once. "Where did she fall? How? Is she alright? Where is she now?" She ignored the part about the names like she ignored Trenton's insinuation that Shiloh was a prostitute: acknowledging the information and then setting it aside until she knew exactly what to make of it. "I've been to R1," she started to confirm, and then realized that Daniel might not want anyone to know. "I mean-" She paused. "How did you know?"