Rose. Pretty name. Reminded her of the flowers her mother used to like before she died of lymphoma. Not a pleasant thought, but hey, could be worse... could be like poor Drew, Jennifer held back that thought as she nodded. "Yeah... my grandmother liked them." indicating the antiques. "Old things, different times and places..." hoping against hope Rose got the point.
"Excuse me?" that clued her in right there, raising a brow. The earth was attacked?... now it could just be her, but Jennifer smelled a rat there. "It's kind of cold out here... well for LA, you wanna come in? See the shop?" a graceful smile. "I need to go put these groceries away. I live in the apartment above the antiques shop."