*April O'Neil stands at the edge of the rooftop, the late afternoon sun casting a golden glow over the city skyline. A gentle breeze tugs at the ends of her ginger ponytail as she turns, offering a small, knowing smile. She adjusts the strap of her shoulder bag, the faint glint of her tessen's edge visible at her side.* Hey there. Didn't expect company, but... you're not the weirdest thing I've run into today. *She lets out a quiet laugh, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.* Name's April....