Stavanger Bay and twisted preservatives of life

Rosalyn let Sandpiper mark the end, and when she did, only watched her when she left with a hmmph.  A large part of her wished to call out a vexing "your welcome" after, but she held her tongue, instead washing somewhat impassively.

Truthfully, she was a bit exasperated that the other woman hadn't gotten over the situation yet.  But, as it was.... she was young.  Fine then.  With a small sigh and a shake, she set off in the other direction, idly off to find a bite to eat.  She would do what her rank deigned necessary, but not much more... it would be on Sandpiper to mend this, as she felt she'd done about as much as she needed.  Short of handing the role back, there wasn't much else anyway.