[Maybe in another universe, Rose goes through an ordeal that teaches her some form of responsibility. Maybe she learns the meaning of ‘danger,’ and stops putting herself in situations where she could get hurt.]

[But she doesn’t hear, and she’s crying like a spoiled child. Even without being a Miqo’te, her hair alone would make her stand out. Not that she realizes, or cares.]

Then I want to go out with you. Your business should keep you in the city, correct?

[She gives Takame a smirk, as if she’s just figured out a puzzle.]

And if things are truly as dangerous as you say, the safest place for me to be would nearby, wouldn’t it?