Since Rosa's started to settle in (if one could even call it that), she's started to explore more of the village. She's carried the pocket knife that Alex had given her everywhere she's gone, but she's not had to use it — at least not on any people. She hasn't gotten around to attempting to hunt, still wanting to do some recon of her surroundings, but she's getting braver by the day, venturing out farther and farther from her "home base."

Most of the buildings are sub-par, at least in terms of what she's expecting, but while sitting at the Inn for lunch, she catches wind of people tossing around a term she hadn't expected to hear: dojo. She decides that's what she's going to look for that particular day. Maybe it'll be better than she expects (probably not).

After popping into some completely unrelated buildings, she peeks her head into the closest thing resembling a dojo that she's seen. She had hoped to be alone, but of-fucking-course, no such luck. With a sigh, she decides to enter anyway, hands shoved into the pockets of her scrubs.