[It actually takes a few moments for the fact that they are both speaking to her to register in her brain, and she frowns as if she's not entirely certain what they're saying, really. How could Rose look so puzzled she had to know what was going on, really. John obviously did, he was apologizing, though she couldn't imagine why because whatever this was, it wasn't his fault.]

[Even if right then at that second some little part of her hated him.]

[No. That was foolish, by all accounts he was one of the nicest humans anyone knew, albeit with a tendency towards shenanigans. And the clinical part of her that had spent so much time moirailing could admit they actually looked...nice together. Which just made it all worse, really. God, she felt so stupid, she just wanted to break down and cry.]

[Which she couldn't do. She was not going to cry in front of them. No. Gape silently, maybe, but not cry. She sucks in a breath slowly, her fingers digging into the fabric of her skirt as if she somehow expects that to give her strength.] I-

[A hesitation. Okay. Come on. She closes her eyes tightly for a moment, and when they open the jade circles are slightly marred with watery tears. No.] I apologize. I should not...I mean...I should have been more considerate about where...where I was going. Uhm.

[Another breath, and a half-step back the way she had come.] I need...to leave. Sorry. [The last word is a whispered rush of sound before she turns to abscond back the way she came, leaving only horrible awkwardness and a pile of dirty plastic cups in her wake.]