Rose immediately locked onto the.. tension, was it?.. in the room. Between, Louis, who seemed like he had turned ghostly white and was absolutely grossed out by the site of her, and Rose, who was the little water fountain for her own personal enjoyment, it seemed as if getting the three of them together was quite the bloody awful idea. Then again, The idea hadn't been hers. She was just the sick one. Rose's eyes darted between Rose and Louis. She needed to give one of them an excuse to leave, gather themselves and then return.
"W-water?" Rose croaked with her eyes closed, trying to feign her best attempt at a dying sick persons. Her efforts translated into, essentially, the perfect image of someone on their death bed.