Slightly worried about the man outside all on his own in a bad state of mind, Rowena was thinking of sending Themistocles in after him, but realized she'd rather not be separated from her dog and so she just kept him close, rubbing her fingers along the edged of his pointed ears. She looked in the direction of the man speaking, realizing the it was the man that had reached for her dog. If he agreed with Ethan's views that'd be rather strange of him then, to reach for a dog that could've been violent or untrustworthy. It just made her smile a sad smile internally as she listened. Ah, so there had been a reason as to why everyone was so broody and on edge. Walkers and death was nothing new to her anymore, nothing to grieve over because she didn't have anything to lose. But these people might've been in a different situation and they might've not only gained traumatic experiences but lost people they loved. The woman hadn't had any experience with that sort of thing since she'd discovered her mother's corpse but she most definitely remembered her grief and anger, along with the weeks that followed. The weeks of coping that finally subsided as she finalized her survival plan and moved into the sewers. So she understood to some degree what they might have been going through and sighed, taking the baseball cap off for a minute and running her fingers through her hair. " I see. Well if that's the case, I do apologize. I was obviously oblivious," she said but not taking back her words. She still did mean what she'd said, though now she understood why the group were as they were. " I just want to help," she said, glancing around the room, her dog completely and utterly uninterested in the exchange of words.