[Her gaze snaps up, and for a moment she looks at Carmen, trying to determine if she's mocking her. But when there's no glint of cruel amusement in her gaze, Rosalind shrugs.]

I don't know if I'd call it difficult. Frustrating, perhaps, especially when it comes to people I know. You're a prime example. There was no way I could tell you, and yet I wanted to, because I knew you were a sharp mind and could bring all kinds of theories to the table. And--

Well. On a more personal note, it's frustrating to very simply not be able to tell one's companions something so life-changing has occurred.