Rosa hadn't really been paying much attention to the room as she entered, the adrenaline had begun to wear off, her mind started to tumble and not after long, it landed straight back into it's state of drunkenness. Though now somewhat more composed. Still however, she was  noticeably late to respond to any immediate danger from the turrets as they were revealed, Rosa seemed to disregard them entirely to give a feint sneeze and chuckle at the painting of Vol. When Zik's plan kicked in and Vol's assistant took flight with Aria's goons they had attempted to stun the crew with a biotic shockwave, but had their attack nullified by Rosa triggering the forceful wave of energy with a well placed warp just moments before impact. Causing the attack to just form into a moot, weakened biotic blast causing only mild discomfort if anything. 

Noting Vol's apparent reunion with the crew, Rosa felt numb, the effects alcohol and use of biotics made her very apparently weak, for many it was a stupid idea to drink and her exceptional power made the matter of the fact doubly truthful. But she didn't care, with a loud sigh she slumped into a chair beside the volus' mini-bar, which had thankfully remain untarnished by the prior altercation and the woman began to listen to the ongoing conversation, things sounded quiet and her senses almost dulled from the immediate cease of chaos. 

[i][b]"...Adventures.

We're done here. Location for RV?

Docking bay E-71.!"[/b][/i]

She looked around at the group and pulled a pack of cigarettes from a pouch on her left breastplate which was designed for the male variant of the two tone white and black Janisarry armour, and a lighter briefly after it. A cloud of smoke permeated throughout the room, and she gave a cheeky smile beneath her blonde fringe, a few jet black roots showing near the crown of her head as it fell. "Well I'll be damned. the Dashers back together again." Rosa stated, a feminine giggle escaping from her lips. The crew had not seemed phased by her need for rest, they had grown used to it back in the day. Such power always has consequence, or so they say. 

"I'm ready to leave when you guys are. You know me." Rosa elaborated, she had no doubts about it and was sure everyone else was. From the days of the Dashers she had adapted a very nomadic lifestyle, and though much time had passed since the group's separation and she had found new employment, gained ownership of an apartment, she still had truly yet to settle down. Always ready to a fight, rarely out of her armour, always waiting for a perfect opportunity to get [i]them.[/i] But now, after her whole life of waiting, now, she might just have another legitimate shot at tracking the bastards down.