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At his direct words, Andriette merely gave the roll of her shoulders, a shrug to signify she was unbothered by her idea being shot down. In fact, she saw the relativity in his words and since his plan was indeed a good one, she decided not to push the subject further. Instead, she simply turned away and walked over to Murphy, who was laying out on the ground with his tongue hanging out as he watched his master's every move. As she approached, he clambered to his feet with a happy bark and she chuckled softly, under her breath. "Listen pup, I can't have you around a horde." She sighed, crouching down in front of him as she rested the bat on the ground at her side. She stroked his back, then grabbed his face affectionately. "You wait for me here, understood?" She said with the perk of a dark brow and Murphy barked once more, seemingly communicating with his master. She gave him a pleased smile and another pat. She'd make it a point to, if she had the time, swipe a snack for him if she found one.<br/>
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She straightened then, walking back to the others, but she glanced over her shoulder with worry at Murphy. She knew damn well she wouldn't be able to bring him on a mission like this. If Murphy sensed she was in danger, he'd try to help, and she wouldn't lose her only companion. Though, as her alert eyes scanned the faces of those around her, lingering on Montana, she wondered vaguely if perhaps this unique crew would one day become her family of sorts. As she grumbled under her breath at herself for forgetting her bat, she turned on her heel to retrieve it. Jerking it up from the ground, she returned once more to Montana's side and surveyed the others once more, specifically Jamison. She knew for a fact that the only person present she had any loyalty to was Montana, but she knew she'd be working closely with the fiery headed man from now on. He seemed very capable, at least, as well as a bit more than eager. She'd known countless soldiers like him and the familiarity was nice.<br/>
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Turning her gaze back to their Commander, she cleared her throat before speaking. Though she spoke to Murphy, she looked directly at Montana, as if she couldn't bare to look at Murphy, afraid that he'd be disappointed in her for leaving him behind. "Murphy, guard." She said and as she did, she pointed to the spot where Montana had fished out Liora's bow. Murphy turned and went directly to the tree, sitting down in front of it after he sniffed the area, to familiarize himself with the scent. Of course, he'd already be use to Montana's, as well as the others present. It occurred to her then how silly it might look for her to be so afraid to disappoint an animal, but Murphy was all she'd had for a very long time, even before the outbreak.<br/>
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