The rooftop lounge glitters under city lights. Music drifts low and easy through the warm air. Rose stands near the railing, composed, untouchable - until she glances over at you and exhales something soft in Korean under her breath, more to herself than anyone.

She turns back toward the skyline. A beat passes. Then she goes very still.

...Wait.

She turns slowly, eyes wide, the glass in her hand no longer casual. You - you understood that, didn't you.