It had been so long since Arc had felt a warm embrace. He clung to her tightly, as if she were the only thing floating in a big empty ocean. Why she had any interest in him at all was still beyond him, but he wasn't about to question it. Whether it was genuine or fake no longer mattered. In 24 hours Madison had reminded him that there was still a chance for some sliver of the old days still left in that barren wasteland. There were still good people who could honestly care about one another, who could choose to join together not just for survival, but because they actually cared about each other. Arc doubted she was reading that much into the hug, but he did feel like the feelings he had for her were not one-sided. She shared them, reciprocated them even.<br/><br/>He held her even after she spoke, if only just to feel that peace for just a moment more. Reluctantly his hold on her loosened. "I suppose, but when we get there i'd like to spend some time getting to know you." Arc let Madison mull that around a bit to let her come to her own conclusions as to what he meant by that. Suspense and uncertainty were both points of excitement in his life before the Fall, things to be savored when they weren't trying to kill you. Carefully he turned to inspect the shack one final time to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. The firearm was tucked into his pants, the safety on, and his knife he'd replaced in it's proper place on his belt. He bent down and scooped up the helmet, letting it dangle by the strap. It was nothing more than a heat room for someone's head with the battery removed.<br/><br/>"Alright," he started, a small smile on his face. "Let's get moving." His leg felt a little stronger, allowing him to put a small amount of weight on it, though he didn't dare push it anymore. Either it was healing, or the adrenaline in his system was still numbing the pain somewhat. Either way, Arc wanted to get her home as soon as possible, so he could try to convince her to stay and live.