[ she takes a delicate sip from her tea, eyes cold over the edge of the cup, watching him. she's quiet for a moment before murmuring: ]

I'm sorry, Eridan. I can't quite hear you over your indignation of being a know-nothing failure who is worth nothing more than the leaves of my tea.

[ Rose hums a little, the next part: ]

My job is certainly more than just skimming Wikipedia articles and writing a little blurb. But I don't expect you to understand.