<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 oversized dark gray T-shirt, dark jeans, brown North Face women's Storm Mid boots, backpack.<br/><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rich Han, open.<br/><br/>This time Rose was sure she had heard movement.  Not a lot if noise though, so it could be rats or a cat.  She frowned.<em>Or a dog, or maybe a raccoon?  Probably not a zombie; indoors with all this stuff, they weren't exactly quiet.</em><br/><br/>She took a sudden step back when the man appeared, easily keeping her balance even if she was definitely surprised.  He acted just as surprised, stumbling into the door to keep his balance.  He was a bit taller than Rose.  He was skinny, but his clothing fit well.  He didn't look or sound threatening, but...<br/><br/>"I'm not<strong>planning</strong>on stabbing anyone, no.  I'd feel better if you took your hand out of your pocket though."  She lowered the hand holding the knife so it hung by her leg.  "I'm Rose.  I'm glad to see another actual person of the non-undead variety."<br/><br/>The brunette smiled; she looked younger when she smiled.  She really was genuinely happy to meet someone who was both not a zombie and not - at first glance - bat crap crazy.<br/>