Seeing her opponent was reassuring - he didn't exactly look like the type who could best her in a scrap, and he was being compliant, anyhow. She wasn't, however, fond of him brandishing the knife; she stood in a defensive stance, brandishing the bat, face glistening now with sweat.

"Lower. Your. Weapon." Loud, commanding. Her face was a sneer. "I will attack if you do not-"

It was then, too late, that she realized he was not looking at her. Before she could even turn around, Robert was grabbing at her from behind, snarling like a wild animal. She struggled in his grip, pushing him back, away, the rare expression of pure fear wiping away all malice from her face.

"Robert - Robert, please, stop - it's me, it's Rosa-"

She spun around to throw him off, leaping up onto the bed with tears running down her face.

And then he noticed Eddie.