Roze found herself chuckling quietly at Solveig's comment on the weather, but said nothing of it. Normally, sentences like that were uttered when one was at a loss of what to say - and in their current situation, there was plenty other than the roiling skies ahead to be chatting about. Perhaps Solveig was feeling cowed by Sevine? For any other, Roze would have assumed so - her flame-headed friend was in no doubt a stoic figure, but to one as feisty as Solveig? Perhaps it was something other than a feeling of intimidation that the spear-woman was feeling...

Any internal musings over the thought were brought short by a commotion behind them - someone had decided to go for a swim, it would seem. Watching on with a grin as a rope was cast to the poor man, Rozalia couldn't help but make a joke - she had been sorely lacking in making light of situations lately, after all.

"If he was that anxious to get in some swimming practice, he should have tried back at Windhelm. Myself and Sagax found the waters there quite inviting." Said with a wry chuckle, Roze turned her gaze from her fellows in the boat to the wall of ice they steadily approached. That would not be fun to scale, that was for certain. 

Docking soon after the near-drowning experience, the groups clambered from their boats and went about their business - for their newest recruit, he went about seeing to the shivering Breton - and what a fun spectacle that was to witness.

"My my - swimming and a strip tease? All we need now is some wine and music to make this into a party." Roze chuckled, eyeing up both the stripped Breton, and Almad the Redguard. She didn't know all that much about him - he had kept himself to himself for the voyage, it had seemed. She wasn't entirely sure, as Roze herself had spent the majority of the journey above decks, usually atop one of the masts. He didn't seem to be all that older than herself, but was likely more experienced. There was something familiar about the man, in the way he moved - something Roze recognised as one who saw shadows as a friend, and spent more than enough of their time traversing through them silently.

As the sailors announced the supposed readiness of the rope up, Roze's gaze soured as it turned towards Farid, hearing his "volunteering". While before she had seen the man as a good source of friendly - and increasingly flirting - banter, following the siege on the Kamal, her opinion of him was swiftly going down. First, he had remained unscathed from the Kamal - she seemed to vaguely remember him insulting Sagax? - and was just being generally unpleasant and cocky. He had then started a fight on the boat, which had been the last thing anyone had needed, and now here he was, offering up Sagax like a slab of meat. 

[i]"What does he have against Sagax?"[/i] She wondered, not even managing to get a word out before Do'Karth quite bravely offered to go first. Watching on just as uncomfortably as the rest, an ease was lifted from Roze's heart to see him make it all the way to the top, in one piece. As Sevine talked to Ariane and Farid, Roze walked over, slinging her bow over her shoulders and back as she did so.

"A ladder - or more ropes - would likely serve us better on the way down - but also on the way up." Roze chimed in agreement, looking between the three. "I can head up next - I'm sure myself and Do'Karth could find some more things to help everyone up." She suggested with a shrug of her shoulders. "It's up to you; I'm just not sure it would be wise sending all of us up with just an ice axe and a rope. Not everyone is talented in scaling walls, after all. Especially the icy ones." At this, her gaze cooled as she turned to Farid. "It'd be a damn shame if one of us fell."

On that not-so-vaguely threatening note, Roze made her way to where the climbing equipment had been dropped, grabbing what she needed, and then the rope. The hours she'd spent on board [i]The Courtesan[/i] would probably help her here - she just hoped that neither her shoulder nor the ice would give out beneath her. It would be a damn shame for her to fall and die after that scathing remark to Farid - it would be humiliating.

And fatal - but a girl needs to think about reputation first, right?

As it happened, the climb wasn't as hard as she anticipated. It was easy to follow the same path Do'Karth had taken himself, digging the axe deep into the crevices he had already made. Compared to the mast of the ship, it was easier in that she wasn't being thrown and tossed about with a boat upon the waves. However, wood - no matter how slippery with rain - is inherently easier to scale than sheer ice. Roze avoided the wooden struts at first, seeing how easily they had come away from Do'Karth, but as she climbed she began using them as footholds. Being far smaller and lighter than the Khajiit, they were somewhat happier to take her weight. They still groaned and slipped, but hey, she wasn't falling just yet.

The top of the cliff could not have come sooner - by the end of the climb, the air was burning Roze's lungs and mouth, breath billowing out in a cold stream and obscuring her vision momentarily. Roze's shoulder was not pleased with her, but it was aching rather than hurting... for now, at least.

"Phew... that... that was quite... the climb..." Roze panted as she clambered over the edge, darting a tired grin at Do'Karth as she caught her breath. Straightening up eventually, she staggered over to the door, silently thanking the Gods that there wasn't another icy climb. Noticing the strut wedged in-between, she tried the door a few times... it was either locked or frozen shut. And she could certainly help with one of those.

"If my lock-picking "magic" doesn't work here, we may need a mage. Ironic, huh?" She chuckled, glancing up at the college above before taking out her lock-picking equipment. Prior to this, she had thrown the climbing things back down, in case Farid and Ariane followed Sevine's plan rather than her own. Scraping away ice from the nearly obscured lock, Roze knelt down and got to work. There was indeed a lock, and it was indeed still locked, despite Do'Karth's efforts with the pick. It had cracked the metal on the outside, but the mechanism within was still working nicely... however, breaking it open wouldn't do much good if the ice didn't want to shift. They'd just have to wait and see if her efforts were wasted or not. But hey, it's never a bad time to get in some burglary practice.