Vas immediately looks in her direction, eyes wide. In the waking world, this might make as much sense to her as it does to Rose; in this dream world, it's a perfectly sensible plea for help. And now this human - this weirdly familiar human - is laughing at her.

"You!" she rounds on Rose, tail held high and nostrils flared. "What are you doing here? You would come to O'ros dressed in... that?"