Rosita is looking down at the cake she's working on cutting pieces of, her long hair loose and hanging over her shoulder, so her face is hidden when her expression goes troubled.

She hates having to admit this, but: "I didn't see. There was... a fight or something, I don't know." She'd been so tired and so off balance at that point, and woken out of a brief sleep; so unwilling to be attached to strangers that were just going to die in front of her if they kept going the way Jacob had been going.

"The guards were already in by the time I knew anything was happening, and they were hitting people, and by the time everything calmed down he was already dead."