"Somewhere godforsaken where we'll come close to being maimed or blown up," Rose says, before the waitress arrives.
The smell of the perfume is, in fact, a bit overwhelming, keeping Rose from getting any particular scent off the women herself, clouding out most of the other scents around for a moment.
She'll order herself a beer. The institute equipment was very good for making fake ids to begin with (considering hers was, in fact, fake to begin with since she wasn't from this universe), and even being short, most people assumed she was older anyway.
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