"No, that's by design. I told you I'm fighting the Darkness. I've been looking." She tossed him a small glare over her shoulder, starting to walk off again. "And try getting used to your best friend, an immortal, still managing to die without regeneration or healing, or whatever, and knowing that he's so daft he made the whole of Earth dependent on him, so without him, everything falls apart and ends prematurely in its very own special Ragnarok of the air being lit on fire, taken over by hundreds of invaders, nuclear war, the whole works, and even though people are still good, even though people still fight, it's not enough, because no one knows what to fight or how to even save each other anymore."

Her eyes weren't even hard or haunted. After all, like she said, she was a ghost. A noisy ghost here. "And even if you try to help, people can't remember you, sometimes you find your friend, and you think it's in time, but you're still just a ghost. So he can't hear you, can't see you, doesn't know the darkness is eating reality, and doesn't even turn around." That was a bit more haunted. But her voice was eerily calm nevertheless. "Just try it."

Not that Crowley would know, but given how Rose was a billion kinds of passion looking for expression, the numbness or lack of showing it in her tone, voice, or anything else would have bone-chilling for anyone who did know.