Rebecca licked her lips nervously, setting down her snack on the car beside her and dusting the crumbs off of her hands. She was trying to project a calm demeanour despite the fact that, more and more; she felt that things were not going to end well. The way he, or at least she assumed it was a he, kept toying with the hammer was making her uneasy and even more than that was the way he talked, almost like he was thinking aloud. For some reason it unnerved her.<br/><br/>She jumped a little when he asked her the question.<span style="color: indigo"> "W-well I can fix most anything, at least I have not run across anything that I haven't been able to." </span>Her cheerfulness faltered somewhat at the odd determination she heard in his voice and saw in his posture. Again her tongue flicked over her lips.<span style="color: indigo"> "Ya, I-I reckon I could fix a radio. What kind of radio do ya got?"</span>She asked, her smile returning even if it was rather forced. Her hands fidgeted, not staying still lest he see the tremble that had started. Despite her unusual outlook and friendliness in the harsh wasteland there had been very few times that she had been faced with death.  The muscles of her jaw twitched as her teeth clenched and she simply stared up into the red lenses. It was all she could really do.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"You still didn't tell me your name. I mean it's only polite, right? I am no threat to you and if you need my help fixin' something I'd be glad to oblige. Even so, it'd be mighty friendly of you if you gave me back Daddy's rifle. I promise you that I mean you no harm." </span>So focused was Becca on trying to talk the stranger down that she was once again completely oblivious to a new threat. When she got the blur of motion out of the corner of her eyes and the woman seemed to materialize out of thin air. The cheerful girl fell right off of the car, her flailing leg kicking the bottle of water closer to the feral-looking girl and she ended up falling hard on her firm rump. With wide ees she scrambled back away and cursed softly. Had the whole wasteland picked today to do her in. It was certainly beginning to seem that way.<span style="color: indigo">"H-hi"</span>she said hopefully, trying and failing to swallow her fear.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>