I nodded, then looted a few of the bodies, getting a bag of quarters, my arrow back, and a few pieces of metal, along with a cigarette. ONE. CIGARETTE. I heard a scream in a foreign dialect, then a rack of a shotgun. Instinctively, I got my bloody arrow and loaded it on my bow, immediately looking to the girl with the other gun. I noticed she looked a tad... defensive. I kept my bow up, but decided to try to reason with her.<br/>"Do you... speak English?" I said slowly, trying not to switch to my initial dialect.