<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 morning.<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 (but not to zombies!)<br/><br/>For a minute there, it looked like Mark's distraction would work.  And then it didn't.<em>Fuck.</em>Rose stopped just as she got into the doorway, her hand touching her new friend's shoulder lightly.  She reached around to pass him the candle holder thing she'd grabbed earlier, leaning over to whisper quietly to him.  "Try again."<br/><br/>They might just get lucky with a second noise where the fork had landed.  That or they were going to have to make a run for it and try later for Mark's bike.  She looked up, checking for a fire escape ladder; just in case.