"Trust me, I'm not insisting on anything," she feels the need to clarify. "My body? That's another story." While she would be upright and marching on if she had any real say right now, her body and its changes have other plans for her it seems. Rosie didn't anticipate being escorted home by a handsome stranger and won't complain; however, she's... not even thinking about it in that way. Instead, she's just grateful.

(Later, she'll realize this was strange.)

"So maybe being carried would be best," she admits, a little resigned. "Why push it, right? If I can keep it from getting worse, might be better in the long run."