Della cautiously took the vest, slipping it on quietly. Even if he was just offering in order to get something out of her later, she'd take it. Though she didn't really know how to use the gun, just having it on her made her feel safer.<br/><br/>She backed away a bit as he stepped toward her, her hand tense around her father's old army knife. He was a doctor? She looked him up and down, watching as he pulled on some gloves. Moving slowly, she sat in the chair opposite him. Her eyes catalogued his features.<br/><br/>If he tried anything, she had her knife. She only knew the basics of first aid; having a doctor with her could prove useful. "I'm- uhm... D-Della." She cleared her throat. "My name's Della."