Given that she's currently being forced to conga by a self propelled semi-sentient lamp, Rosalind is willing to overlook a baseline amount of nonsense in any would-be rescuers. That said, a skeleton in a dapper suit and hat is unexpected, even by her standards. She doesn't scream or look terrified, she's never been that dramatic, but both her precisely manicured brows do arch sharply as it approaches.

Those same brows threaten to vanish into her hairline as it manages, without the aid of any flesh whatsoever, to speak to her.

She has questions, clearly, but she narrowly avoids kicking him as the line progresses a step. They can wait for a less perilously festive time.

"I would appreciate assistance, if you don't mind?"