[Her back is to the door when it opens, the result of a half-turn to look back the way that she's come, some casual glance out at the City as if looking into the heart of it will let her see half of the people that she's wondering after and about. The one thing the curse has managed to do is provide an adequate distraction, in some respects, from things that have still been collecting at the back of her mind, and while working late and often has also provided something of a decent distraction, Claire knows that offering to visit Rosella is as much for her own benefit and peace of mind as it is for the other girl's. It's easier to take your mind off of something when you're deviating from a daily routine: a blip on the monotonous radar of existing in this place.

She turns, a smile ready and hooked at the corner of her mouth. The hand at the end of the arm her messenger bag is slung over comes up to lift the strap off of her shoulder, thumb slipping underneath the brown cloth so that the body of the thing brushes across her leg. If there is anything off about Rosella's smile, Claire doesn't immediately notice it.]

Hey! I thought about throwing rocks at the window but that was a little too cliche. [An abrupt turn brings the bag into better view, and Claire takes a step toward the open door so that she can get inside.] I could only find a couple movies I was absolutely sure were within the realm of 'happy endings.' Have you ever watched The Princess Bride?