Scott looks back at Darina, giving her a look of... Not exactly hate. Perhaps dislike? "Don't bother yourself, I have plenty of ammunition stashed about Moscow. I'm Scott. Quite the pleasure." He recognized her. Not her in herself, but her type. The hard look behind the wide, most likely fake smile. She was a taker of things that people work hard for, and possibly of things given. It's one thing to steal things that will never be missed, as Scott himself did, but to take a life for mere wealth... She was a bandit.<br/><br/>Continuing as he breaks down his rifle, to store in his pack, "I travel around. I managed to happen upon these people amid a fairly dire situation. So, I tried to help. Nearly killed myself in the process, but nevertheless." Swinging the pack across his back, he looked her in the eye. Something there said she may be dangerous, but also may not. Best to give her the benefit of the doubt. No sense turning the group against him on a whim by killing this woman in cold blood...<span style="font-style: italic">Also, you only have one bullet.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">But Kari...</span>There was no possibility of her harming these people. There were too many. And the large mutant would easily be able to tear her in half if she were a threat. Scott got the feeling he was quite protective of his new-found friends. No possibility of her being part of the same group that tore apart his caravan, regardless. That was long ago... His shoved his fashioned metal weapon into his belt for safekeeping. He couldn't afford to lose it now.<br/><br/>"So what about you? What brings you around, besides being chased a few kilometers by... Demons?" His tone lightened, as he made better sense of his thoughts.