Well at least she hadn't tried to kill him. Yet. Andy must have looked worse for wear. He hadn't changed clothes. He hadn't bathed. His jeans were torn and an angry gash in his left leg, caused when the ceiling of a building collapsed was black with dried blood but still oozing a sickly yellow-green substance.<br/><br/>"Look. I don't want any trouble.", he began. He relaxed his body but had subconsciously adopted the stance his sensei had taught him when ready to deflect an enemies attacks. It was defensive, of course. Aikido relied mainly on using the attacker's strength and momentum against them. Which meant they had to attack first. Then a bow weilding redhead came into view. This provided a further complication. This one wasn't startled. However, that could make her even more dangerous, especially since she was claiming the riverbank as her terratory.<br/><br/>"I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I'm gonna steal your food, or kill you or worse. Can we just... can we just forget about the paranoia. just for one second?" He sat down and placed his guitar, aside from the now empty tin his only possession, beside him.<br/><br/>"If we don't learn to trust each other again, to help each other - rebuild a society, then mankind is doomed." He stared at the river. "I tasted the water. It tastes bad but it's drinkable. You should stock up. It'll be night soon. You'll both need shelter. Might make it easier if we all search for somewhere together."