Rose's eye snapped open when Connor spoke to her. She frowned, seeing him sitting in front of her. Her foresight was still jumbled and not working as it had before she started taking amphetamines. (On the drugs, it had worked gloriously. Or so she thought, anyways, glossing over the times it hadn't exactly worked out for her in fights).
She stared at him with his palm out towards her. Why was he so ready to offer help, anyways? What did he get out of it?
"I don't need help with that," she muttered back at him, but after a moment of seeing him still sit there with that kind smile, she rolled her eye and offered him her hand.