Vs. Rosalie again

Rosalie shot out the front door as soon as my footsteps were audible. She planted herself at the base of the stairs, her lips pulled back over her teeth.
	I stopped twenty yards away, and there was no aggression in my stance. I knew I deserved this.
	"I'm so sorry, Rose," I told her before she had even gathered her thoughts to attack. I probably wouldn't get to say much more.