<strong>Wastland: Briar Rose, Main Street</strong><br/><br/>Fox watched the flashing light and her eye brows drew together. "if that's supposed to be Morris code I'm screw. Who even knows that anymore." She complained in a hushed tone with a shake of her head talking to herself as had become her habit in the last few years. The person knew where she was her crouching down and hiding seemed to have done no good since the flashlight was aimed just at her, actually hurting her eyes a bit, leaving ghost imprints in her vision.<br/><br/>Fox stood up and drew back the scarf enough to reveal delicate face and red hair. Her face was streaked with dust and her hair a little muted but over all she looked clean. She held up her hands and clumsily signaled trade as she whistled the bird song again. With the scarf hanging down over the length of her arms it left much of her abscure. She lifted her arms palms up showing she was if not unarmed at least not holding anything at the ready, through that could change in a moments notice.<br/><br/>Approaching someone was always a gamble some people had just gone crazy after then end and took on violence as a hobby. Fox's nerves were stretched tight as she took a few steps away from any kind of shelter and out into the street, into the open, indicating they should meet in the middle, neutral ground as it were.