Truth be told, Rose was in the mood to contradict everyone and every thing. Most specifically if it meant getting out of there. But since, according to Good King Jareth, whoever and whatever he was supposed to be, there was no getting out of there, it wouldn't do to waste the energy she'd need to figure out a way around this mess.
When the voice beside her spoke, she merely sighed. What else was she supposed to do, go and blow him up? Didn't really work when one didn't have a weapon with them. Besides which, unnecessary violence wasn't her way. Though if it came to it, and violence got her back home and back on her search, she'd go right ahead. "Maybe you're right," she shot back with a sardonic laugh. "Maybe I am insane. And it'd be about time, too." Rose shook her head and tucked her hair back behind her ears. The people around her looked horrified--well, some. A pair of dark haired girls looked completely at ease, and a redhead was smiling almost peacefully. And one--well. It was impossible. He could look like him all day long, but Jack was dead and the stranger, though pleasing on the eyes, couldn't be the friend she'd lost.
She hadn't, however, taken time to focus on the bloke beside her, though, and she took a moment to look him over. He probably appeared a bit intimidating to most, but really, he looked a bit like that git Jimmy used to hang around, and she found herself torn between wanting to find someone halfway normal in this place, and outright hating the man. "Suppose I'm not the only one with no intentions of staying here, then?"