[The looks slide off of him, as expected. He continues as if it were nothing, going along his patrol route, ever unbothered.]

Now, that's not for me to tell you, is it?

[Strange, how she expected that much from him. Perhaps it was only half a lesson, but it was the only half that he could help her with.]

Tell me, Rosalind, why do you feel you are so prideful to begin with? Are you self-aware enough to give me an attempt at an unbiased answer?