Rosalind was... almost feeling sorry for her Tseng. She'd be feeling a great deal sorrier if he hadn't managed to get her professors names out of her and informed her that he was going to meet with them.

So, settling herself some place that wasn't too--in the center of things, she felt awkward enough about this--Rosalind contented herself with being a tiny bit amused, a tiny bit bemused, and more than a little awkward and trying not to stare.

Mmm. Socialization. What was that again?