[Somehow, despite of the general uncomfortable feeling of her private secrets laid out in the open in vivid detail crawling under her skin the question Rosalind asks her makes her laugh a little. Of all the things to question, it's a little amusing as she fiddles with the surprisingly solid perfume bottles on her newly abandoned dresser.]

Missed him did you? Zevran always was quite the skilled artist when it came to his work, he only stopped by long enough to get what I had ready for him. If we linger here...wherever we are long enough we might even get to see the fruits of his labor.

[She turns back then, fiddling with an ornate bottle in her hands as she glances toward the door. Time had passed long enough that she doesn't remember how Zevran leaves after the deed is done, but she highly doubts it was through the door in which he came. She almost wants to see the body for herself, just to know, to confirm in this weird...dream they'd landed themselves in.]

I can only ever dream of having done the honors myself, but no. What you saw... [She hesitates, suddenly hit with a feeling of bewilderment.] I wouldn't dare intefere with the work of a Crow, especially when it's to my benefit. I just gave him the key and told him which door led to the study is all, just to make sure he could do his job with little disruption.