Rosita knows a little about what's there behind Dinah, casting her in its shadow; she wouldn't expect she knows even half of it though, and for all her reckless confidence when there's a fight in front of her, Rosita knows how to watch her step, too. Dinah doesn't deepen the kiss, so Rosita doesn't either, just letting it be what it is - and, perhaps more importantly, not be what it isn't.

When the other woman pulls back, Rosita presses her lips together for just a moment like she can hold the warmth in a moment longer, fingertips stroking lightly over her skin once more before dropping away, too. She smiles.

"I don't mind slow," she assures her. "Or no, if you change your mind about this. But yeah, I think I'd like that too."