Michael didn't need to look over to who was coming up beside him.  As soon as he felt that smaller, softer hand embrace his own with a tight squeeze, he knew all too well who had come up to join them.  It still felt odd, in some sense, to actually touch her without glass separating them.  He knew it was still odd for her as well.  The occasional squeeze of his arm or hand while driving from her was more than enough to tell him it was as different for him as it was for her.  But even reunited, he couldn't help that strong sense of protectiveness over her.  That was even more evident as he gave her hand a squeeze himself before pulling her in closer to him.<br/><br/>And yet, he couldn't help but to listen in to the general discussion going on around them.  A smirk came from his lips at the talk of the building not being a trap by the infected.  "Oh it can be a trap alright.  There are more than a few things out there that scare me more than the infected.  Like the kind of survivors that would lure you in, kill you, and take whatever they want." He said, his eyes focused uneasily upon the diner.<br/><br/>Quietly he looked around at the group.  "So who wants to go up and knock on the door?"