<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/>"No, no one else with me," Rose replied from the pantry.  She was taking another risk, admitting that she was alone, but if he waited and left with her it would be pretty obvious.   "How about you?"<br/><br/>She kept up her search while they spoke, not wanting to take more time than necessary.  It was a good thing that nothing she wanted here was big or bulky.  It didn't pay to weigh yourself down when you always needed to be ready to run.  With a sigh, she decided it was best to go.  Rose packed her new finds in her pack, hoisting it onto her back and shoulders again as she exited the pantry.<br/><br/>"All sorted.  If you're done here I'm ready to leave.  You're not obligated to stick with me once we get out safely, I understand if you want to be on your own.  My plan - if it lasts - is to look for places with high end locks that other people couldn't muscle their way through."<br/><br/>She waited for Mark, unsure if he wanted anything else from the kitchen.