[Rose takes Dezel's preoccupation with doors as a chance to inhale a few more calming breaths, labored though they through the pillow. Being on edge doesn't mean her dignity's gone completely out the window, and if she's going to face him, she wants to present some semblance of composure. ...though it doesn't hold up under Dezel's concern and his hand touching her. She pushes herself up enough to glare at him, cheeks flushed from embarrassment, alcohol, lack of air, or some combination of the three and blowing air through her nose hard enough to almost qualify as a snort.]

No! And I wasn't feeling sick earlier, that was-!

[No, that's beside the point in addition to being ground they already covered. Almost a full minute passes while Rose struggles to keep from visibly shaking, her gaze sliding over to the rat cage, making her cringe. Ugh... She does owe him some explanation, if not an apology. And for whatever reason, what spills out is the simple truth instead of one of her well-constructed lies.]

I just can't sleep in that damn room! It gives me the creeps, like it's full of ghosts- and I'm the one doing the haunting!