The woman nodded, her eyes still narrowed slightly in contemplation. "No place like home..." she sighed under her breath. Rocket certainly had its reach, and the thought made her neck bristle.
Again she looked to her, then turned her gaze away, uncomfortable with the display of feigned confidence. She wasn't good at this sort of subject, and the guilt that washed through her head at the sharp stab of anger and distaste toward the blonde woman was icy. Part of her was still pleased Faleen had been wounded... the other hurt for Rosie. Nonetheless, she spoke softly once more. "Of course..." There was a lot to worry about, and she understood exactly what the girl meant.