Seaside Moors you will remember me

The young girl squinted her eyes at the surprisingly accepting response she received from her mother. Rosalyn seemed to have handled the bluntness of her answer with grace that only she possessed. For a moment, Gin felt robbed of her moment of angst. She’d been ready to go off! She’d been a bomb ticking down and Rosalyn had pulled the red wire with only seconds left.
 
“Yeah I was,” she said and shrugged a shoulder. She could seem nonchalant too.
 
“You don’t want me to huh?” Gin then asked in a tone that was as un-confrontational as she could possibly manage. It came off with more disappointment than she had hoped for, but she couldn’t take it back after she’d said it, so the dark-hooded siren looked to her mother and waited for the answer.