For a moment, the awkward rigidity becomes an uncharacteristic slouch. This isn't working either. Awkward conversation: several thousand, Rose Lalonde: zero. She sits back up as if she hadn't moved.

Talking to him had never felt this uncomfortable before, and she can't help but feel it's entirely her fault. Stupid. Stupid feelings and their utter refusal to stop just getting in the way. Stupid her. "Point taken. I've done some small forays into the subject, but Kanaya assures me that she would be a terrible teacher. And the few slam poems I have read were... Something." Troll romance novels were much more interesting.

Missing Earth is a problem she can relate to. For... a number of reasons.