<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 let her ramble about her past.  He had learned long ago that the best way to ingratiate oneself with another was to let them talk.  People loved the sound of their voice, even if they didn't believe they did.  He acknowledged her statement with a brief, "I understand."<br/><br/>He watched as she walked through the kitchen, again noting the unconscious confidence in her movements.  She had to be an athlete of some kind, with that sort of automatic control.  He could move like that if he tried, but it took a lot of focus, and he could never sustain it for long.  She did it without even trying, or so it seemed.  Maybe a dancer?  Gymnast?<br/><br/><em>"Any way, first things first.  Once we get safely out of here we can decide on where to go next.  Which way did you come in?"</em><br/><br/>Rich was glad she had taken the lead; he sure as hell wasn't going to put her at his back, and it spoke volumes that she hadn't had the same thought... or at least hadn't lent it any credit.<br/><br/>"Over there," he said after a slight hesitation, pointing at a seemingly locked door once used by cooks and waiters to step outside for a smoke.  The padlock on it had been easy enough to break in the condition it had been in: a metal rod off the ground jammed into the warped casing and a brick from the wall, and<em>pow!</em>...padlock broken.  It took longer than simply coming in through the front, but the benefit was that he was the only one who knew that closed door was actually only held closed by a flimsy piece of rotting cloth tied through the handle.  You had to keep avenues of escape open, no matter where you were.<br/><br/>The hesitation was genuine this time, as his bike was in the alley beyond the door.  Well, she didn't need to know that just yet.<br/><br/>"I--"  Rich cut himself off when he saw Rose listening.  "Do you hear something?" he asked, straining his own ears.