"Well, you've at least got the thumb part right," Rose commented, having let her gaze roam over the room while they were talking. She spotted a familiar head of dark hair and felt herself relax slightly in relief. Zack at least looked okay, but she was going to have to find him and talk to him soon, just to be sure.

She pointed him out subtlety to Damon and Alaric. "That's him. All human and normal looking. Although how they'd explain a rotting dog showing up for breakfast, I'm not sure."

"As for me... I'm pretty sure it has. I'm not jumping at shadows, not that there's many around at the moment. I guess we'll see tonight if it's gone entirely." Wasn't that a comforting thought? She hoped whatever she'd taken didn't linger. She doubted Zack would appreciate being a rotting dog monster every night, either. That would complicated things considerably. Besides, then she'd be paranoid over any monster she ever came across.

Except for bats. Those she'd just kill on principle.

She was tired of dwelling on last night, so she leaned back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest, and eyed the two boys with her. "So. What happened with you two last night, or is it better if I don't ask?" she spoke, one corner of her lips quirking upwards, faint humor glinting in tired eyes.