<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img674/5922/VIe3Hv.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Rose O'Phelan<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Gary Danko restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf.  Early afternoon.<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Steel blue tank top under over-sized dark gray T-shirt, dark jeans, brown North Face women's Storm Mid boots, backpack.<br/><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Mark aka Rich Han, open.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm... well, sure, I'll stick around for now. Two heads are better than one, right?"</strong><br/><br/>Rose smiled at the response, then paused for a moment and frowned.  "I just realized that what I said may have sounded a bit...odd.  About the locks I mean, I'm not a burglar or anything, I promise.  My grand-dad is-was,<strong>was</strong>a locksmith, my Dad was a police officer, and I had to promise to not turn to a life of crime when they taught me about locks..."  She smiled sadly.  "I don't think the same rules apply any more though."<br/><br/>That was harder than she had hoped it would be, talking about her family in the past tense.  She moved towards the exit out of the kitchen and waited for Mark.<br/><br/>"Any way, first things first.  Once we get safely out of here we can decide on where to go next.  Which way did you come in?"  Rose listened for sounds of movement in the outer area of the restaurant, hoping they wouldn't have any unpleasant encounters inside the restaurant where it would be hard to move.