Rosa watched as one of the more popular mercenaries entered the Black Widow's Nest, taking a brief sip from her mug and resting her chin on the palm of her hand. [I]'Kinda reminds me of Aster, that kid..'[/I] she thought to herself. [I]'Young, but experienced. I wonder who would win in a fight?[/I] It was a long day's work of training, and she needed a little relaxation for a change. 
Meanwhile, Aster was wandering the streets of the City. She left him at the apartment since she knew he could handle himself, but he grew bored of sitting around and went out. There was a girl on the sidewalk talking with a guy around Rosa's age, but they weren't much of interest. The club his sister would sometimes go to for jobs was also nearby, but he didn't feel like pestering her either. Sighing to himself, he crossed his arms and, covering himself with his cloak, continued to walk past them.