"All of these clothes are black," Rosa insisted, finding nothing like what she was looking for in that one, so she slammed the drawer and moved onto the next one. "And ninjas are people who sneak around and sneak into places, sometimes they steal things, but mostly they just assassinate people, and I might be a ninja when I grow up."

It was one of many, many, many career options that were in serious consideration.

There were no gloves in that drawer, either, so, slamming it again, Rosa was starting to get a little frustrated, but she had an idea, a thought to check something out in the living room, so she decided to go do that. "There's no gloves in there, I don't think," she reported before going to root through a closet near the door of the apartment, because if there were coats and stuff in there, maybe there'd be gloves, too.