Rozalia darted a dark look at Vincent as he rudely ignored the Greybeards, but she quickly offered up a bright smile for them. She noticed the blond woman looking at her skeptically.
"Sorry 'bout that." She apologized - not sure why she was doing it on Valerion's behalf, but whatever - and the Greybeads smiled.
"Don't worry yourself about it. Welcome to High Hrothgar - it's quite a climb, isn't it?" He said, a twinkle in his eyes, and Rozalia laughed.
"That's an understatement. It was colder than an Ice wraith's bite out there." However, she was swiftly warming up. Although not as warm as the inn had been, the various braziers dotted around the large hall were making themselves known to her, and the feeling came back to her fingers and toes in tantalizingly tingles of pain. A dreamy look must have fallen across her face once the smell of stew wafted towards her nose, as Arngeir - as he had introduced himself, and his colleague Master Borri, with Delphine being the still dubious-looking woman - showed her towards a dining hall. Upon entering - and being supplied with a bowl of stew, a blanket, and a seat, Rozalia realized that Vincent had found that creepy dead guy, Valerion. Who wasn't permanently dead, it seemed. There was also the Argonian they had seen earlier, browsing the books and giving Valerion a most unpleasant look. Man, this guy did not know how to make friends.
Having taken off her sodden wet armour, Rozalia was curled up on one of the stone seats in a thin fur tunic shirt, over simple black leggings. 
[i]"I suppose I look even less of a dragon-slayer now.[/i] Rozalia thought to herself as she sipped the stew. [i]"That Delphine was looking at me as if I were some wee naive maiden! Well, that maiden part is true, but the rest of it wasn't. Not the first time people have under-estimated me."[/i] She then paused in her silent musings thoughtfully, wondering if dragons would overlook her in any way. That would be helpful.
Glancing once more at Valerion's helmet on the floor, her eyes listed back to Vincent's face. She wondered if a fight would brew between these two.