Derek let out a breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding when the PT Cruiser's door opened, albeit slowly, and a woman stepped out. As far as he could tell, she was still living and showed no signs of becoming undead any time soon. He felt himself blush at when she spoke though, hoping that she wasn't offended at his initial lack of trust. After all, they were all just trying to survive now, right? Sticking together began to sound better and better to Derek, so he followed the woman's, and a considerably hot one at that, example and rolled up his window before turning the keys and pulling them out of the ignition. At first, Derek had thought about leaving the car running, but he didn't know how long they'd be at the Cafe, and why leave the car so open for someone else to steal?<br/><br/>As he opened the door of his SUV, Derek grabbed the duffle bag off of the passenger's seat and then stepped down onto the gravel, eyes tense and free hand ready to whip out a gun. God but he was paranoid. Though, he considered, there was good enough reason to be. He then moved around the front of his Cadillac and simply watched as the woman, looking for all the world like a professional, pulled out some sort of needle-thing and went to town on the Cafe's door.<em>Damn! She looks like she knows what the fuck she's doing. Seems like I've found myself a bad girl...</em>When Kallisto turned around to face him, flashing a smile, Derek couldn't help but grin back at her, his dark green eyes meeting her hazel ones. Her question brought out a chuckle, and he simply slung his duffle bag over his shoulder as he moved toward the door, "Why, I don't mind if I do. Thank you for getting the door."<br/><br/>He followed her into the joint, making sure that the door closed all the way behind them, and then moved to sit lazily at a table near the counter, facing the door. Derek eyed the woman as she found the light switch, wondering how the hell she’d wound up in the clothes she was wearing.<em>I suppose I shouldn’t be complaining…probably won’t see anything like her for a long time, with all this shit going on.</em>As he sat there, the woman returning to lean on the counter beside the register, Derek pulled out his shotgun, just to be on the safe side, and casually leaned back in his chair, grinning at her. “My name’s Derek, for what its worth. Derek Harvey. I don’t suppose you’d mind sharing some company for awhile? We’re probably better off with more than one pair of eyes, after all.”<br/><br/>Then, Derek caught the unmistakable sound of another car driving over gravel, before it shut off and a door shut. Well, that probably meant they weren’t going to have a zombie on their hands, well, not yet at least. But it could always be someone that’s infected. He shot a glance toward the woman, gesturing toward the door with his FP6, leaving the shotgun aimed at the entrance. As another man opened the door, Derek made sure that he could see the shotgun. He spoke quickly, and a lot. Once he was done, Derek just looked at Kallisto, after all, he had followed her here, so she was in charge, the way he figured it.