<span style="color: #FF0000">Chris raised his eyebrow at the girl, feeling a bit uneasy at how simple the situation seemed to be. A sign outside inviting people in with only one lone girl to meet them? He couldn't shake the feeling that he had a dozen guns trained on his head, though as he looked around the room and through the windows he couldn't imagine where they'd be.<br/><br/>He met her blue eyes once again, trying to read her. Her voice seemed shaky and she seemed capable but scared all at once. A flash of fire and blood flitted through his mind as the events from last night threatened to replay themselves in his head. He realized he had been silent for some time after her question. <br/><br/>"Nah..." he said softly, feeling a bit distracted. He didn't remember everything about the previous night, but he had definitely not been bitten. He probably wouldn't be alive right now were that the case. "Can I assume you're not, either?"<br/><br/>He sat down by one of the corners of the house, opposite her and a few feet away from the door. He put his bow down on his lap and rummaged inside his bag for a bottle of water. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was. He wanted to drink the whole thing but settled for just  a few gulps. He was mostly fiddling around with his stuff and not really looking at the stranger he had just met, but he kept looking at her out of the corner of his eyes. He had been alone up till now, and though he had been tempted to join up with people before he had always been either too worried about betrayal or worried about attachment, neither of which he wanted during times like these. He stared at the pale sunlight beginning to pour in from the window, highlighting the dust particles floating in the room. <br/><br/>"I'm Chris, by the way," he finally said. "It's kind of nice to meet someone who doesn't seem to be crazy." He finally turned to look at her, the corners of his mouth twitching from wanting to smile but being so unaccustomed to it now.</span>