[Dispatching the last of their opponents with a brutal slice of her silver stake. It takes Rose several long moments to register the burning pain emanating from her shoulder. The brunette, unceremoniously cleaning her weapon on the front of her jeans before she turns to level Bones with an accusatory glare.]
You shot me?! [Meet Rose Hathaway. She who could legitimately be more bothered by the how she'd been shot, than the actual bullet wound.]
15 - You get 2 from me cause I can :D
You shot me?! [Meet Rose Hathaway. She who could legitimately be more bothered by the how she'd been shot, than the actual bullet wound.]