We all mourn in our own ways
Rose had heard about Jake's death.

That had been several hours ago.  She'd since lost count of how many beers she'd had.  But she was slightly above what her healing factor could keep up with to keep her from being drunk.


They'd fought and bled for Cassidy.  Tina had nearly died.  She'd been pushed to the extreme limits of what she could heal back from.  And how had he repaid them?  By killing one of her only friends.

So she'd responded in the time tested manner of finding somewhere to hide and drinking as much as possible.  And possibly by crying.  Though that was expressly something she did not do.