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Rose M. Tyler (jeopardysfriend) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Rose couldn't say she was looking forward to meeting anyone who ran this place face to face. Not if she couldn't attack them, and it was fairly certain they'd be sort of armed at least and she...wouldn't. And really, what good would it do her? Unless they could somehow capture them?

It had been a long morning and Rose's head was spinning by the time she reached the Post Office. She looked hesitantly at the elegant looking woman a few feet away. A few feet away where...it wasn't raining? Oooh, no, this only got more and more strange. Putting on her most stormy, pardon the pun, expression, she made her way the last few steps, journal clutched tightly in her hands. She wanted to get this over with. There were things she wanted and needed to say and at the moment, she couldn't. That? Did not make for a happy Rose.

Instead of speaking, she merely glared a the woman, forcing her to speak first.