Lunch time

Though the weather is turning, while everyone else heads for a bit of cover to eat, you can spot Jack sitting on the edge of one dock. He eats his sandwhich and tosses bits from an extra piece of bread into the water. If you walk up behind him you'll here questions like he's thinking aloud but as soon as he notices company he quickly stands and sees who it is.

Sure enough. There is the fish. Munching away on the bread.

It appears as soon as Jack starts paying attention to the choppy waters once more. While bending over to investigate, a rogue wave arrives crashing over the dock and soaks poor Jack. His face blocks most of the water and his lunch is spared the soggy doom.

Jack makes sure to keep more of the food wrapped up to help keep it dry *sigh* throws the rest of the bread in. Looking at the fish "yep another beautiful day on the docks"

While exploring the town and trying to learn her way around the city and it's outskirts, she'd make her way toward the docks. As she arrived, she would soon witness Jack get pummeled by a wave. A soft chuckle would escape her as she'd make her way toward him, playfully teasing, "I guess de' boxer es' no match for Mother Nature, eh?"

"Wave after wave or punch after punch just remember if you get knocked down get back up". Standing up and turning around "And what might bring you to the docks? Nothing else is coming in till this afternoon that I know of."

She'd grin, "Det' es' a good vay' of thinking." Rose would pull her cloak closer around her a bit to keep out the chill in the air, "I'm just learning de' lay ov' the land to know my in's and out's vot' vith' all dis' mob end' propaganda nonsense against gypsies... Vot' about you?"

"Work", a grin spreads across Jack's face, "were you able to figure out how to avoid any mobs that you might happen across"? Jack crumples up a small paper bag in his hand, "well that's an entire lunch with my food staying dry". Begins walking toward one of the warehouses " if you find yourself in a pinch i'm usually here or in the gym so those should be fairy safe for you if i'm there".

At his question, Rose's grin would only widen, a glint of mischief in her eyes, "Didn't you know? Roses are quite vell' known for having sharp thorns. I've survived de' hatred ov' my people en' Europe. I can manage dealing vith' small town mob here. Remember dis'...Gypsies have many tricks up their sleeves, Meester' Conovay'."

She'd watch as he'd head back to the warehouse, giving a nod, "I vill' most certainly keep thet' en' mind."