Adjusting to life in Maurtia Falls has been .. an ordeal. There are times where Rosa can barely drag herself out of bed (save for the thankfully insistent barking, nudging, whining, nipping of her dog, Arlo) because she knows that it's just going to suck.
She misses the rank odor of sewage and bodily fluids the first thing in the morning. The random patches of what Jake had called "city blood" on the sidewalks and in the subways. The general anonymity that Brooklyn provided.
She wouldn't ever admit it (at least not to any of the idiots she's encountered here so far or on the network), but she misses her fellow detectives, too. She misses Jake, who's one of the few people she'd ever openly called a 'friend.' She misses Amy's stupid neurotic tendencies, Gina's stupid self-centered preening, Charles' stupid overtly sexual description of food, Sarge's stupidly big muscles. She doesn't think she'd go so far as to say she misses Hitchcock or Scully because - gross - but she also wouldn't immediately want to stab them with a knife if they were to randomly show up.
So, that has to count for something.
She's taking Arlo on one of his many walks when she nears a man, half-covered in paint, continually approaching and stepping away from what appears to be the window of some dingy, once-used martial arts studio. She thinks to keep walking past without commenting when Arlo tugs just hard enough to rip the lead out of her hand to race towards the man. And, to make matters worse, Arlo steps in the tray of paint by the stranger's feet and leaves painted paw prints up the man's side as he jumps.
"'Ey!" she shouts as she runs to catch up. Her mother tongue immediately comes out, and she says in Spanish, "ARLO! Come back here, NOW!" She finally gets close enough to grab the end of the lead and tug the dog away from the man. She subconsciously pegs him as a Spanish speaker, and, after muttering some choice words at the dog she's now corralled at her side, she continues, this time addressing the man himself in the same mother tongue as the one she'd used on the dog.
"I'm sorry, my dog's an idiot." She reaches into her pocket and pulls out 2 $20 bills, extending them out towards the guy. "Should cover the cost of new clothes."
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She misses the rank odor of sewage and bodily fluids the first thing in the morning. The random patches of what Jake had called "city blood" on the sidewalks and in the subways. The general anonymity that Brooklyn provided.
She wouldn't ever admit it (at least not to any of the idiots she's encountered here so far or on the network), but she misses her fellow detectives, too. She misses Jake, who's one of the few people she'd ever openly called a 'friend.' She misses Amy's stupid neurotic tendencies, Gina's stupid self-centered preening, Charles' stupid overtly sexual description of food, Sarge's stupidly big muscles. She doesn't think she'd go so far as to say she misses Hitchcock or Scully because - gross - but she also wouldn't immediately want to stab them with a knife if they were to randomly show up.
So, that has to count for something.
She's taking Arlo on one of his many walks when she nears a man, half-covered in paint, continually approaching and stepping away from what appears to be the window of some dingy, once-used martial arts studio. She thinks to keep walking past without commenting when Arlo tugs just hard enough to rip the lead out of her hand to race towards the man. And, to make matters worse, Arlo steps in the tray of paint by the stranger's feet and leaves painted paw prints up the man's side as he jumps.
"'Ey!" she shouts as she runs to catch up. Her mother tongue immediately comes out, and she says in Spanish, "ARLO! Come back here, NOW!" She finally gets close enough to grab the end of the lead and tug the dog away from the man. She subconsciously pegs him as a Spanish speaker, and, after muttering some choice words at the dog she's now corralled at her side, she continues, this time addressing the man himself in the same mother tongue as the one she'd used on the dog.
"I'm sorry, my dog's an idiot." She reaches into her pocket and pulls out 2 $20 bills, extending them out towards the guy. "Should cover the cost of new clothes."