Huh.

Guy's Latino, as far as Rosa can tell, and yet .. she can't peg his accent. She recognizes it as not being Argentinian the way hers is, but it also isn't Cuban (like Amy's father) or Puerto Rican or Guatemalan or ..

Any of them.

She holds the money out for a second or two longer but, when the guy's made it clear he isn't interested and won't be taking it, she shrugs a shoulder and shoves the bills back into the pocket of her black jeans. She's, as usual, wearing black from head to toe - black t-shirt, black leather jacket, black jeans, black leather boots. The only hint of color is her face and neck, sprouting out of her dark shoulders like a strange flower, underneath a canopy of bouncy, black curls.

Arlo's realized his mistake and sits, remorseful, by her feet. And he shoots a couple of pleading glances at the stranger to diffuse the situation. Rosa isn't mean to the dog - if anything, he draws out the softer side she's so often pretending doesn't exist or trying to kill with fire and blades - but .. it's Rosa.

The fuzziest thing about her is her hair.

"Your accent isn't one I recognize. Mexican? Spanish? Peruvian?"