Ankyra Sound On the highway, heavy hearted, humming just to hear a sound

By Rosalyn's perhaps unreachable standards, this was not a question he should be asking her.  He should know already how she was.

She is fine.  Perhaps not entirely, but at least mending.  Her look wasn't entirely friendly, and she kept her expression straight.  Interesting, a fresh leader who admits to being useless.  It was a bit of a jab.  Rosalyn knew next to nothing of Aninigan and would take his measure, if she could.  There were few ways better, she'd found, than insulting their pride and seeing what came of it.