Harmless. He seemed harmless. Is what she thought as she listened to him talk. But so does everyone until they’re given a choice. Or lack there of one. She pushed he wild mane of curls back out of her face, her long hard was now becoming quite a nuisance but she loved it too much to cut it.<br/>“A soldier huh.... “ she tilted her head, imagining him in the military uniform and then she shrugged, looking down at the sword in her hands, “I’m decent.... but no. I’m not.” She told him honestly, though she would’ve said yes even if she wasn’t alone. Who knows what men get up to in this apocalyptic world. “Which reminds me. I’ve been out here for too long.” She starts to walk past him and stops just short of the door and sighs, “if you’re actually alone...you can come too. But don’t try anything funny, because i will not hesitate to cut your hands off.” She looks back in an intimidating fashion.