She'd had her foot off the ground, knee bent and a determined scrunch to her face, half a beat before kicking the door when Hugo opened it. Rose walked in past him, probably causing something of a breeze with her speed and whirled around, her arms crossed, one leg a little in front of the other as she waited for an explanation, silent. When one didn't immediately come (what did I do?), Rose tilted her head up defiantly. "How was your date?"