[ Thankfully, this Rose has had a year of intimacy and affection to soften her. The sudden grab isn't met with a visceral fight or die retaliation; it is, however, addressed with a good dose of surprise. Perhaps too much for someone that should recognize him.

It doesn't seem as if he notices though considering he draws in closer and drops his head to face to her shoulder. She doesn't stiffen under his hold but also doesn't reciprocate just yet. An awkward in-between as her thoughts race. Her mind is trying to piece together what he's said in this whirlwind of a one-sided reunion. A lot of 'fuck' but also- Miss Rosie? In what universe would she have ever been called a 'Miss?' (Missus, eventually but even Knox isn't from that far ahead. And that's even more implausible than 'Miss' so it's probably for the best.) ]

I, uhm. [ Funny, maybe, that all she can think is Fuck herself.

What does she say? This is one situation she can't possibly lie her way out of. Tempting as it is, she'd be caught before it was even worth it to lie in the first place. ] I'm sorry, [ she starts, because she truly is. This poor boy and all his misplaced relief that she's about to strip away with a single statement of, ] I think you have the wrong person.

[ The words feel heavy, even to her. Whoever she was to him in another world, she already wishes she could remember. Wishes she were her instead of the Rose before him. He called her 'Rosie,' a nickname reserved for friends. Family, even, but she's not Miss or Rosie or anyone to him. ]

I'm Rose, but I don't... think we've met. I mean, I'd definitely remember you. [ Hottie alert, etc. ] I'm. I'm so sorry, dude.