Rose mirrored Lucie's pose, slumping against the window. The cool glass felt good on her hot, tired face. "Nothing, really," she answered with a one-shouldered shrug. "Just personal shit. And I know, a crazy cat lady shouldn't have enough of a personal life to stress her out, but there you are." She really, really didn't want to talk about it. Quick. Change the subject. "You don't mind cats, do you? Because there's three of them. Lucy can be a total bastard but he's cool, you just have to stare him down."