Naomi was glad that Eliza and her saw eye to eye. She wasn't sure how it had turned out this way. Under normal circumstances, she would be the last person to spend her next days in this apocalypse together with a bunch of people she had just met. Probably it was just her loneliness speaking or perhaps, the fear. She settled not to think much about it and instead cherish the company she currently has, however incompatible they may be. On the bright side, she got Eliza to spend her next days with. It might be a minor thing but Naomi considered it a huge boon to be able to talk and relate to another fellow woman.<br/><br/>She pretended to look around not hearing as she stood there awkwardly and quiet when the father and daughter went at it again. It was more than clear that Dr. Beauman had trouble on giving up his previous lifestyle. Naomi had thought he was being delusional and not having the adaptability to see the situation at hand but it was not her place to say. She had at least learned that Eliza probably worked as an EMT back in the day from her father's endless prattling. When the argument had ended somewhat prematurely and inconclusively, she moved next to Eliza, bringing her hand up to shield her eyes from the sun; looking at the far side of the river whence they had came. The walkers seemed to had forgotten about them, shambling awkwardly to nowhere. The ones that had gone under the water concerned her though.<br/><br/>Naomi narrowed her eyes once more when she looked at her body clad in the unfitting duster she's currently wearing, her body a few margins smaller and shorter. "Hey Eliza.. Do you have any clothes you could spare? Mine is pretty much drenched up in my bag." She asked, the bright sun lit the half of the girl's oriental face.