[Rosen nods along as she speaks, chewing at the corner of his lip as he leans in to examine her injury]

Well you were lucky that he was there.

[Although he's never pleased to hear about Lance running into the arena, he's made his peace with it. But he pauses at the next question, brows knitting in confusion]

Me? Oh, I never go into the arena, so I'm fine. I'd do more damage than good, trust me.

[He can't be trusted to shoot a gun and he refuses to anyway. The same for any other weapon]