The air being cleared was the most relieving thing she’d experienced, her demeanor relaxing immensely as she sat next to him, his presence, now safe, was easing her. She nodded as he went along, explaining himself as well, chewing her lip. She understood now, and the notion that Gregor was the suspect of foul play made much more sense than that from Carson. “No, he was absolutely nuts. Completely paranoid that something was after him.” She sighed with a shake of her head. “And he was a dick.”<br/><br/>She expected his concern and disbelief, and all she did to remedy It was stand. Could she trust him? She though for a moment, sighing before deciding that yes, she could. She offered down her hand, gesturing for him to come with her. “I want To show you something.” She offered him a smile. She led him to inside the hut, closing the door behind them. Lined across the walls of the shack were lines of raider gear, leather handmade harnesses, and numerous weapons. On the table next to them sat scattered papers of maps, equipment lists, and names. On the table was a carved symbol, a raven. Motioning to it, she pulled her hair away from her ear, revealing a tattoo of that same symbol behind it. She let her hair fall back down, sighing and looking to him.<br/><br/>“There’s a band of people here, everyone about my age, that was formed ages ago. We’re called land runners, and it’s not just here. There are groups in every town, but it’s exclusive, and it’s secret. You have to have the skill, the speed, and the understanding of the risk. We make runs, whether it be to other towns for supppies, or we get a distress signal from another group. We map the land, see where the raider territory lies, where the mutants have decided to reside, just anything that has to do with being outside of the town, roughly.” She handed him a few papers, which outlines the different raider band territories, and their new patterns.<br/><br/>“We are the only reason that this town has lasted so long, Strider aside. That day that Gregor was killed I was coming back from a run to Westwood, if you know where that is. I heard the commotion and I climbed a nearby tree so I could listen without getting caught. I watched It, everyone in this group knows what happened, but that’s where it ended.” She walked toward a small desk by the window, pulling out the pin that Oliver gave her. She set it down before turning back to Carson. “We rarely have people not come back, but it does happen. We can’t dwell, we brush it off and find another recruit.” She walked back next to him, sitting on the desk. “That’s why I’m always in the woods. What happened to Oliver... we were being stupid, we know better than to behave like that yet we did because never once have raiders come to the east wall... but he wasn’t just a raider, was he?”