It's not that Rosita isn't aware of the attention from the people around her; she is. Her fingers stay closed in loose fists at her side, ready to deal with anyone who might think about stepping in the middle of this, but her attention stays on Amelia. She is, for all her anger and all her buried hurt, calm and steady where she is, and she lets the other woman handle it without so much as a glance or a word for anyone else.

She waits. And when she sees the smirk, she knows that her hunch was right - and, for the first time since realignment, she thinks there may even be a way out of this for everyone. Just maybe.

That's for later though. There's still the matter of the promise, the line Rosita drew in the sand and each of them staying on their side of it. Given that, though, Rosita, anyway, is prepared to move forward.

"No," she answers. And, "We're square," she summarizes, earnest. She'd like to do more, but that's for back home; for here, she can make it be enough to let go of her desire to make someone else hurt as much as someone she loves did, and start over.