"Sometimes they are other people. Sometimes they are monsters in the more literal sense."

Rosalind doesn't care about his beliefs, really. She has been through universe after universe, has seen things that people wouldn't believe even if she told them. As it is, she had made a city fly. Her opinions on other people are bleak - and as she believes, rightly so.

She wipes some grime off of her hands and onto her pants. She doesn't care about a lot of things at the moment.

"Perhaps if you had seen what I have, you would understand what I mean."