Testament cocks a brow as Rose stumbles on her own words. It's endearing to them- shows how earnest the feelings behind what she says are. Probably. Plus, easy proof of a job well done on their own end. Enough to scramble her a bit? Excellent. They've still got it.

"Yes, really, my friend," they say, bemused. "I cannot say anyone has called me 'cool' before, but I would be happy to be 'cool' with you again any time you so desire." Seems the sandpaper is not so much a bad thing.

They sit themselves up, wiping their face with an arm. Ah, laundry will be simple enough later. No need to strut about with juice all over their face fresh into the simulation. As they eventually stand up, they notice Rose's headband below in the sand. The pick it up and offer it forward.

"I am certain it is an easy matter to contact another in this place, right?"