How very kind of of the creature. Rose still remembers emptying the contents of her stomach several times over into the shore from the violent, disorienting ride through space-time via portal. Definitely not a method of arrival she'd recommend even though she knows people don't always get much of a say in how they're plucked from their worlds.

She lets them lapse into silence and her smile finally wanes. Not leave entirely because it almost never does if she can help it but noticeably lose just a little bit of that shine. Morphs into something a little less intense. A little less obvious. She's definitely not making an attempt to flirt any longer. At least not for now, not anymore today. Given some time, maybe, and she might unintentionally make a pass again if only because it's become near second nature after months of flirtatious banter.

"This is how we save the world," even though it doesn't sound like she entirely believes that herself. "Play nice. Get along. Have fun. I've seen it work, a little, but only here. Couldn't tell you if it's actually doing anything for our homes."