Stavanger Bay Your yelling's getting loud, keep it down now

He seemed to not be of the same mind, and that made Rosalyn feel a hell of a lot better about the situation.  "That's how I saw it." She said, though her tone was resigned.  What was done was done after all.  "But I guess I don't have a sister, eh?"  She have a small laugh.  "Least, none I'll ever know."

His question made her glance at him, long.  What did he mean? "Some I was passed from by the choice of others, some I left."  She shrugged.  "I ran, and I didn't look back.  I doubt they bothered to look long and hard."  Why would they? She was no threat once gone.  Only once had she truly faced death, and pure luck had spared her that time.  Every other she'd simply fled, and speed and providence had delivered her without any real consequence.