Rose approached when invited; curiosity overrode any uncertainty, and she had the Queen's own assurances of her safety. "Fascinating," she murmured, mostly to herself, as the Queen spoke to Vaughn. She hadn't seen the exchange they were discussing, but assumed it was something on the cirque's network. She was too wrapped up in studying the way the bees rested in the holes in Marisol's body - holes that seemed to be entirely healed. They were neatly made, cleanly opened, no redness or irritation that she could see - though to be fair, the light was rather dim. She was torn between satisfying her curiosity and being rude; no one really liked to be gawked at even if they were an entirely new sort of medical oddity. Rose hadn't really been one to publish in her medical career - it was counter-productive to laying low and she tended to make a name for herself even when she was trying to blend in because she was both highly skilled and, unbeknownst to most, had magic on her side to help with her recovery rates.
She straightened a little, reminding herself that she had no gloves and should not be poking holes in another woman's body without her consent in the first place. The Queen inhabiting Marisol may not have minded, but Rose hadn't heard from the other woman sharing that strange body. "I hope she finds peace here in the cirque, then," she said quietly when the Queen had finished speaking to Vaughn. "There may be danger here now, but I've found the majority of the people to be kind." She had spent too many years being hypervigilant and then captive to feel entirely at ease yet, especially given the current goings on, and Rome, of course, but she was slowly coming to feel as if being here was better than being alone.
"Is Marisol aware, now?" she asked, glancing back to make sure Vaughn was handling things okay, one eyebrow arched in silent question. It had gotten colder. "Does she feel any of this?" She'd seen that momentary shift in the woman's body language.