It was late-night. Eight or nine, maybe? Could be later. Reese sure as hell couldn't tell you what time it was. She just got off her shift at the diner, but she hadn't looked at a clock in hours. Friday nights were always busy, and for the sole waitress in a downtown diner, she barely got time to take a smoke break. "Night, Marty," she said to the cook, setting her folded uniform on the counter. It was easier to keep it here; she'd forget it if she left it at home. There was no response from within the kitchen, but she wasn't expecting any. Marty was usually too busy doing dishes or cleaning after dinner service. The redhead wrapped her jacket more tightly around herself, walking out into the cold night air. It was October, and the breeze could chill her straight to her bones. Reese was a small woman, short in stature but very fit. She had a slim build and pale skin, with her shoulders, nose and forehead splattered with light brown freckles. The hood covered her dark red hair, cut short for convenience. Her face was heart shaped, with soft brown eyes. A gray hoodie, a simple green tee, jeans and warm boots made up her outfit. Glancing around, checking for traffic, Reese ran across the street, aiming for her small apartment building a ways down the block.