Artyom felt himself scowl slightly at her defensiveness. Shaking her hand, he then lowered his and felt himself smile slightly. "We each have something to contribute to what we are going to do." He said.<span style="font-style: italic"> What was this chicks deal?</span>he could not help himself wondering. "You see, I did not tell you that because I wanted to make friends with you. I told you that because if we want to survive on that island we will have to trust one another and do what we do best that follows along with our skills... I mean... if I can snipe a zombie with my bow and or knives... why would I do something for us that would involve using a heavy object or lifting something when my skills rely somewhere else?" he asked. He glared at her slightly. "If we do not at least trust one another or do what we do best? then how can you expect to survive there? actually... it may be good to at least have one person on your team you can rely on if you get into trouble.... you may want to think on that" he murmured.<br/><br/>With that, he stood up and moved across the room to lean on the wall in a darker area that the light did not quiet get to. "My mother was forced to help create this zombie virus weapon. She was killed because of it, and I am here to correct it.... I will die, to correct her mistakes.... so I just wanted to say you can trust me, or at least, you could have" he murmured. "I do not care if you won't die for this and are here for the money.... but I could personally care less about the cash" he sighed. His jaw clenched and he looked down.