[ Rosella, to her credit, doesn't start. She just blinks up at him, eyes wide and expressionless, and slowly stands — how long she's been there is... a little up for debate.

Her fists curl then uncurl, but it's not to ready herself for a fight. Muscle cramps. ]

Hello. [ She tips her chin. ] I did not want to intrude in case you were sleeping. I thought it unlikely, as it is probable that your mental faculties have been compromised after the event, but as it is a personal query I did not think it urgent.