He materialized at the door to the stairs like a very very bad nightmare. Rosalie couldn't help dropping one of the bags in her shock, wincing as at least one bottle broke. Her mind automatically flew to her hair, her clothes, her face, because she wasn't wearing any make-up. She had come up here first thing, why had she done that? A million insecurities flickered behind the inscrutable mask she had quickly put in place. "Oh," escaped her mouth in a soft, unintentional breath. She didn't bother looking around because she knew there was only one way out of here, now that she had locked Daniel's apartment, and he was blocking it.