<strong>Character</strong>: Rich Han<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Gary Danko Backroom, Fisherman's Wharf<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Present<br/><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, cargo pants, t-shirt, backpack<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rich, Rose<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Rich smiled warmly as Rose began to ramble.  The fact that she was talking so much was a good sign.  It meant she was beginning to relax, seeing him less as a threat and more like another normal person just trying to survive.<br/><br/>"No, I didn't see any spices," Rich said.  "But I wasn't really looking.  I'm just here to grab the essentials."<br/><br/><em>"Do you mind if I..."</em><br/><br/>She gestured at the doorway he stood in.  Rich was curious how'd she approach the pantry -- whether she'd try to shove him aside or ask him to move -- and was grateful that she'd opted for the more peaceful option.  Rich sidestepped along the wall in response.  He moved a safe distance away from the door, just out of arms reach.  "All yours, Rose," he said.<br/><br/>Rich paused, unsure of how to continue.  He could try and ambush her as she -- no, too risky.  Did he just walk away?  Wait for her to come out?  Maybe she had something he could use, and they could trade, even if it's just information.