<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<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rich, Rose<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>She didn't turn and run, nor did she lunge forward.  Her reaction was surprisingly muted, indicating a good amount of self-confidence or self-control.  Not a surprising piece of insight, given that those without some modicum of willpower hadn't lasted long after the Fall.  Still, it was good to know that she wasn't a thug out looking for an easy mark.<br/><br/>Mark.  Heh.<br/><br/><em>"I'm not <strong>planning </strong>on stabbing anyone, no.  I'd feel better if you took your hand out of your pocket though."</em><br/><br/>Rich put on a trembling, hesitant smile.  "Alright, fair enough.  Slowly now..."  He withdrew his hand from his pocket with the fingers splayed and palm forward, his movements steady and precise.  He widened that nervous smile a bit more, as if to say, "See?  No weapon.  I'm safe."  He actually had no weapon in the pocket, just his pack of stale smokes and a lighter.  The blackjack was wrapped in its cord in his rear right pocket, ready to whip out like the six-shooter of a cowboy from some spaghetti western.  After showing her that his hand was empty, he let it drop to his side.  He had practiced "quick-drawing" the blackjack from a casual standing position, and was reasonably sure he could surprise her if she tried anything.<br/><br/><em> "I'm Rose.  I'm glad to see another actual person of the non-undead variety."  </em><br/><br/>"Likewise.  My name's Mark," Rich said in a warm voice, hoping that he had struck a good balance between polite and harmless.  "I, uh, well...  I was just passing through and saw that this place looked abandoned.  Turns out there's a decent stockpile of staple foods in the storeroom."  He hooked his left thumb over his shoulder at the storeroom behind him, then snaked it beneath the strap of his backpack and gave it a perfunctory tug to show how weighed down it was.  "I, uh, grabbed some, obviously.  You don't have to mug me, there's plenty left for you as well."<br/><br/><em>You got this Rich, you got this</em>he thought to himself, the words icily cold in his mind.<em>You just have to bullshit your way out of the restaurant, and then you're in the clear and on your way back to good ol' Sunny Lane.  If she tries anything, throw the backpack into her stomach and follow it up with the blackjack.  Poor Gary Danko would probably want some company anyway.</em>