The rugged middle-aged man was the first to climb on top of the ship's deck. River water had washed the dirt and grime off the man's face as if making him anew. The rapid beating and surge of blood had subsided leaving her more aware to her current situation. It was when the man had clambered up had Naomi realized she had left a quite bit of the good flesh of her body exposed to naked eyes. Her entire body was soaked through, trails of river water specked her upper body covered only by a white sports bra, leaving quite little to the imagination. It trailed down her waist and limbs, etched beautifully by the hours she had spent in the gym. Her frame soft-looking but curvy like an hour glass, cyan-colored sport shorts showed much of her tight and good-looking legs.<br/><br/>If one had hawk eyes, one could even grab a glimpse of her proud nipples jutting against the cold stiff air. Naomi had covered her breasts instinctively as if she realized that. She admitted she wasn't dressed for the occasion. Picking up the right fashion for the apocalypse was not in anyone's forefront priority. For what it's worth, what little clothing she had on allowed her to be more nimble and faster.  "Thanks.. it was mine." She said that as she took her knife on the barrel, one arm still covering her breasts. She wished for a spare clothing right now but they had all been soaked by the excursion through the river, at least some kind of coat or jacket would do. Up close, the man's face was grim. A face that had went through hard trials and survived to tell the tale. Aside from his rough outlook, he looked like a good man. At least she hoped he was.