The look on his face when he realized that she was a journalist was typical. Most people were wary of those in her profession. They were nosy, after all, trying to gather information for whatever they could. And while Rosalind was the nosy type when it came to her stories, she was very unobtrusive when it came to others. She was an idealist, however, she wanted her stories to make a difference in the world. And if not the world then at least a few people's lives.
Rosalind smiled when he took a seat, and she put her pen down. She looked down at the paper, and grinned. "A few stories for the Register," she said to him. "A few fluff pieces - a story about the upcoming play at the university. But I'm really excited about this one," she said pointing to the one at the bottom. "I did a story a few years back while I was in the Middle East. I want to do a follow-up story with the veterans from that mission." She looked up at Fenris, and grinned. "Do you read the paper very often?"