Rosario sat, leaving a generous gulf of space between her and Apollo. She could remember all too vividly what had happened the last time she'd touched him, that day outside the bakery when she'd tried to shove him away. The flood of heat like concentrated sunlight that had coursed up her arms and blinded her vision. Something in you calling out to the essence of him, Elaine had suggested when she'd described the feeling. Like electrostatic discharge. Whatever; she just didn't want it to happen again. Once had been enough to give her nightmares.
She'd had one last night – this morning, really, when she'd fallen into bed at the end of her shift. Dreamed the Sun was hurtling into the Earth, and no prizes for guessing what her subconscious was trying to tell her with that one. Nice one, brain, wanna lay on the metaphor a little heavier? The smell of burning and the animal screams of horses had followed her into waking, so right away her day had been off to an amazing start. Literal scorched-earth destruction, just to set the mood.
"You said you wanted to talk." Rosario folded her arms, the hard line of her jaw not budging in the slightest. "So, talk."