[Don't worry, Rose, there will be plenty of time to judge your life choices.]

So what you're saying is you can't do afternoons and you can't do evenings. Gee, I wonder when would be a good time for us to meet. [A hand raises up around the socket around the eye that is covered. Rose definitely seemed the impulsive type, and a part of her was already regretting this decision.]

So we'll do a morning, then. Don't worry about my schedule. I don't have a job yet. So that veiled threat may not be as threatening as you think. Unless this ends up being some sort of deal with the devil, but I've already met the bastard and you're not him.