Rosa sits at a desk in the back room of her restaurant. She's going over the funds for the orphanage and the restaurant. It's not looking good. Just then, you come in. Her gaze shoots up, but she makes no attempt to cover the papers.

Rosa: "My love... I wasn't expecting you. You weren't supposed to see this. Please don't worry. I can handle it." She holds her head in her hands. She's fully stressed.