Rosie was quiet for a moment. "My buddies?" she echoed. "I don't really have many of those. I don't play well with others, in case you hadn't noticed. Anyway."
She exhaled, her head still on his shoulder, he'd made no move to get rid of her, and she took that as invitation enough. "If you're born to do one thing, and you fight against it, what does that make you?"