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Perhaps her time would have been best spent hunting down those who were supposed to be her allies and learning more about the cause -- or even spent patrolling in her new uniform for strange creatures and signs of magic. In truth, Rosalie had done some of that, more hesitant and uncertain than she'd like to admit, fumbling a bit with her newfound powers. It was not knowing the rules that made her feel like the ground was shifting beneath her. It was not knowing who to trust.

Tag Swagger's documentary on the situation had done little to help. What little she'd picked up in the past weeks, in a run-in or two with fresh-faced pages, had been in direct conflict to the public opinion laid out on her television on every turn. And she hadn't liked it.

So forget the mutterings of people she ran into at work, to the loudly-voiced and somewhat offensive opinions of the son of a b***h who owned the corner store on her street. It seemed wisest to cut this off at the serpent's head.

So. The studio, before hours, where rather than getting information out of anyone she was met with the intractable, unamused expression of a burly security guard almost three times her side. They'd still be arguing, voices soft instead of raised, when the rest of staff started showing up...

"Rosalie LaCosta." Her eyes fixed on him immediately, taking him in quickly before she offered her own hand. The way Rosalie looked at him was, in fact, a bit judgmental -- as was the edge of her voice. Still annoyed by her run in with the security guard, then.

"It seems that if you're going to put out a controversial piece of work, then you should be prepared to deal with the potential debate that comes as a result." No-nonsense, and she didn't beat around the bush or mess around with him: just got straight to it. It sat at his feet if that was a merit or a flaw.