With his heart somewhat under control Nico could finally think. The woman identifying herself as Megan didn't show any signs of hostility, but without knowing her motive for being here it wouldn't be safe to place any trust in her. Seeing her raise her machete instead of draw her pistol make his head cock to the side a bit as he said in a level tone "Seems to me that at this range dropping my gun could spell death for me. So no, not yet. What are you doing here?" It was a struggle not to introduce himself, as would normally be the custom when meeting a new person, but he needed to keep in mind the life or death situation he found himself in.<br/><br/>As he searched for more clues to tell him who she was he started weighing up everything immediately evident. Her authoritarian tone, the heavy pack sagging off her shoulders, her choice of machete over pistol. He concluded that she must have had some sort of leadership role in a physical job, or she took up a leadership role in a group and spent a lot of time building and fortifying somewhere. In any case, it was clear that she was used to being in charge and that she's well accustomed to hard, manual labor and using her hands.<br/><br/>But a group?...That idea was almost unbearably sweet. Could she be the leader of a group somewhere? Could this finally be a group Nico could become a part of? His hands started trembling as a wave of joy and anxiety washed over him. No matter how hard he tried to remind himself that he didn't know any of this for sure, his hands wouldn't stop shaking.