Rose had spent a long time getting dressed. It wasn't that she wanted to look especially nice for Brodin, it was that she tried to delay the meeting and stop herself from worrying things over by distracting herself with clothes. When she'd finally thrown on the expensive shirt and jeans combo, she stared at herself in the mirror for a long while. Rose needed to remember what people had told her. There wasn't a monster lurking over her shoulder, under her skin. Nothing was waiting to pounce. That evil blonde woman was dead. Rose only needed to be a good person to make sure it didn't happen again.
The trip from her home to the pizza place was short and full of quiet, thoughtful glances out of the tube window. When she finally stood before the place, she took a deep breath and tried to embrace her typical cool demeanor. She managed. Mostly. And made her entrance, somewhat more humble looking than her normal self.
"Brodin," she spoke softly, a little sad. Looking at him made her feel guilty for what she'd done. But he deserved an apology and explanation. "Hello."