Rosalie sighed a little, seeing that Aaron didn't know anything more about Singer's hit-and-run. At least she could walk and didn't sound like she had been stabbed.
"Suicidal?" she echoed. C'etait pas bon. "I don't- I think it was someone else." Rosalie was almost positive that he had not inflicted the wound on himself. Pretty sure at least. She froze when Aaron told her to, gazing at him in total confusion to what he was doing and where he was getting all of this. "Are you getting this...from my clothes?" she had to ask.
"Yeah," she answered his last question softly, and a hint of sadness crept up through the worry. "I don't know him really, but I just," sighing and looking at Aaron sincerely, "want to help."