You know, when Rosa got back to her apartment to find all her locks picked and the door slightly ajar, the light in her bedroom on, she was expecting some pretty messed up Fandom shit. And that ran a wide gamut of possibilities. But absolutely none of them came even close to how messed up the actual answer was.

Because as she crept up to the door with her gun drawn, ready to shoot the shit out of or at least severely damage whatever brainiac idiot thought it was a good idea to break into her apartment, she absolutely recognized that Oh, fuck.

And that didn't even take into account the fact that Rosa was about to discover that Seivarden wasn't even alone.

"Are you fucking kidding me."

It was not a question. But at least she'd slightly lowered the gun, while her brain tried to reconcile any sort of possible explanation for what was going on here.

"You two assholes better be fucking riddled with gremlin bites right now, or I swear to god..."