"Definitely not a nice, relaxing retirement home, anyway" Rosa noted, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her eyes before they took in this person she was pretty sure she hadn't seen before, but it wasn't like she tried remembering half the people on this island. Only reason she knew most people, really, was because the place was so small, you couldn't help it even if you tried.

And she had tried.

"Who're you?" she asked, quirking up her chin. She wouldn't normally care, but it was Tuesday and at Caritas, she sort of had a thing, plus, you know, kind of hard not to be a little suspicious of potentially new people surfacing when things went to shit.