Rosita looks calm, especially in a room full of people who are on edge and in various stages of frustration, outrage, and a handful of other trauma responses. And she is calm, of course, because that's been her role more often than not.

But she is pissed, and when she spots Jesus she's every bit as quick to move to a table with him, swinging the chair around backwards so she can jump up from it easily, have something to drape an arm over nonchalantly, and hang onto all at once.

"I have no idea what this is," she warns him, eying the supplies at the table. "Promise we'll touch base afterwards regardless, and I'm good."