[She hums softly, an acknowledgement of all that. In truth, she agrees: the notion of random chance is a touch more unnerving, because at least if there's a reason, one might have a course of further action. Whether it's appeasement or revenge hardly matters; one would have more options. But if it's just random chance, what's there to do but be unnerved?]
You ought to stay with a friend tonight. It'd help. Better to face this kind of thing with company than alone.
[They pull up near the police station, and Rosalind finally glances over fully at him.]
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You ought to stay with a friend tonight. It'd help. Better to face this kind of thing with company than alone.
[They pull up near the police station, and Rosalind finally glances over fully at him.]
I know I might.