On the one hand, going to the events this weekend exposed Rosa to more people. On the other hand, hiding out in her office put her right where people could easily find her. So she wasn't sure exactly what was the best strategy here. But she did figure at least there was food at this one, so she could just grab something to eat, maybe mill around a little bit glaring at people while she ate some carrots, and then retreat, secure in the knowledge that she'd made an appearance, and it wasn't her fault if no one happened to catch her, right?

Of course, this whole plotting and planning for the least interaction possible would likely be shoved way to the side once she got around to actually recognizing a few of those faces in the crowd that she was intending to mildly glare at.

"Captain Holt." Rosa had literally been just about to ping him had noticed him long before she'd noticed even her own father here, but she was still working that on out, because this one was definitely much weirder. It helped, though, that Holt would be here on a strictly professional level. So that, at least, made this easier. "Are you actually here?"

It was Fandom. It was weird. She felt it wouldn't hurt to check.

"Yes," said Rosa. "Several."

There was a pause.

"But it's good to see you."

Look at them. Now she was blubbering, too. They were causing such an embarrassing scene.

Just in time to distract her just as she was pretty sure that that had to be...

Rosa's attention shifted, took in Miguel, took in the guy that was with him.

"Hey," she said, quirking her chin up, then cocking her head toward the other guy. "Who's this?"

She felt she could make a pretty good guess, though.

Despite herself, despite the rising little heat of panic in her stomach about this whole weekend now, Rosa grinned faintly. "Are there any more of you?" she asked. "I'd hate to see what they wound up with."