Callisto was on her way to training with an actor preparing for a role. Swinging her leg over her bike to dismount, she unzipped her jacket and shrugged it on her shoulders in a more comfortable way. Reaching into the storage compartment under the seat, she pulled out her bag, filled with some light weights, a blunted short sword and a whip, and threw it on her shoulder. She shut the compartment and picked up her helmet, turning away from her bike, she hadn't seen the man until she had bumped into him and her bag had dropped on the floor, weapons visible through the not completely zipped top. "Crap! Sorry," she apologised, moving to sort out her bag.