His whisper were so unmistakably directed right at her she felt sure he must be able to see her or have the best hearing she'd come across in years. Dang. He sounded American, but spoke slow enough for her to understand. She whispered back. "Or else? What would you do, shoot, or pick a fight?" Her voice had a  British accent and a hint of irony. Franka had drawn two conclusions from his tone and behaviour, that he'd not kill her without a reason, and wasn't fool enough to fire a gun or get into a fight with infected around. "I'll not attack you if you leave me alone." She sounded sincere and her whisper was even lower, since he was closer now.<br/><br/>All she could see of him was that he must be about 1.90 metres, and broad muscles. They were all so bloody well fed, she thought, irrationally, while people over here had been starving. His voice distracted her, though, it was oddly familiar. When he gave his name, she almost started. Derrick? Now she knew. She had heard his voice on that old mp3 recording Jasmine listened to all the time. She had even seen a picture, knew what he'd look like, who he was, she was sure. Not that she'd tell him.<br/><br/>"I'm Franka. Why are parachuting down here in the middle of the night, sweetums?" She used this ridiculous term to signal she wasn't fond of strangers calling her 'love'. Unless it were fudge-selling old women up in the highlands of Scotland. "You'd better tell that one to stop flashing her light. If stinkers see it, they'll go straight for it. Can't risk shooting, either."<br/><br/>She thought for a moment, then added. "The other woman, she's about 500 metres to our left, in that group of trees, I heard her. Best tell her to stay where she is and be quiet. You can get her over to the other." It was clear by her tone she wasn't sure whether to expect him to heed her advice, Jake hadn't made her very confident in that regard. She'd much prefer them not to attract infected, make a hell of a noise and start shooting left and right. But they were three, probably all armed with guns, there wasn't much she could do.<br/><br/>If his instinct was good, Derrick would probably, and rightfully so, expect her to try and get as far away as possible from them the moment they started messing up.