For all of her time here, Rosita hasn't really been invited into anyone's home that she would actually accept; the Manor, and one other friend and Jesus of course, but that's it. And this isn't for sex, so she really doesn't know what to do with herself, not really.

So she looks around them, closing the door quietly so Dulcinea doesn't run out again even if her attention is all on Carver and the food right now. Rosita lets her attention roam around the room, not knowing what she might have expected, and... honestly, unsurprised at what she finds. She's not sure if it's Grayson's touch or Vanessa's she's seeing, but it doesn't not feel like Carver. He's not out of place here.

She lingers near the books, one fingertip brushing along the leading edge of the cover on the topmost volume, and listens to him talking to Dulcinea. It feels... private in here, like maybe she's not supposed to be here, like maybe no one is, but he said she could come in so she stays and listens to the kitten eating, and takes in the silent details others might not expect from him.