Rosalind noticed that he calmed when she was speaking. It seemed to her that he was the type that enjoyed listening to stories, or just enjoyed other people talking so that he wouldn't. She didn't mind. She was a bit of a talker especially when anyone got her on a subject she was really interested in. Still she couldn't help but smile at Fenris, and tilted her head a little bit to the side as she looked at him.
"My mother always said that I was," she said with a carefree sort of shrug. She always thought it allowed her to see all possible sides of a story, not just the bad. She had worked with other journalists that had lost passion in their careers, and instead wrote stories simply for the paycheck it brought it. Rosalind still hoped to make difference with what she reported, even if it was a happy story about how an old woman adopted all the animals from a pet shop that was closing down.
"I'd like to think that I wouldn't get jaded from doing what I love," she said as her finger ran along the rim of her coffee cup. "But I know it could happen. Things change as do people." As much as Fenris wasn't looking at Rosalind directly, Rosalind couldn't stop herself from looking at him. There was something about him that intrigued her, and it made her want to talk with him more, or really just have his company. She smiled as a small laugh came forth. "You know this is nice," she finally said. She had leaned forward this time to make up the space from when he shifted away. "Sitting here with you. I like it."