[Action]
[Felicia is roaming around, out and about in an attempt to be in the thick of the excitement. She only got here five days ago herself, and feels deeply connected with these new arrivals. What's this? A man leaning against a tree? She hurries over, her three mechadendrites pulled in close to her body so as not to alarm him, if he turns out to be another Ancient Terran.]
[say hello to a middle-aged cyborg lady dressed in an ornate white robe, Doctor.]
Pardon me. Good morning! Although it really isn't much of a good morning at all, to say the least. I am deeply, sincerely sorry for the situation that you've been plunged into. It's awful. But I'm afraid there is no 'Rose' here, nor has there ever been, as far as I know.