Normally, Allison had the sense to keep her composure and not make a situation worse than it should have been, but the way that Samuel was looking at her made Allison want to hit him. She was no stranger to defending herself, and although she doubted that the Amish coward would do anything more than glare at her, she was still prepared and ready to act. The oath to do no harm didn't count when it came to someone like this, a man who had the nerve to act as though she and Torsten were just as horrible as those men who had tortured and killed Mary. God had very little to do with any of this the young doctor thought Samuel was a hypocrite for even insisting that he and the others had been helpless to do anything. Allison may not have been able to save Mary, but at least she had tried.

“You and your [i]God[/i]” Allison began, glaring back at the man when Torsten stepped between them. Having the Finn there was the best thing about the situation, because the things she could have said didn't need to be heard by anyone, no matter how angry she was. Her shoulders slumped and she relaxed some, but continued to exchange scowls with Samuel.

Thankfully, the man left, agreeing to get her some hiking boots from the store. Secretly, she appreciated his courtesy, but doubted she would be able to thank him for it. The way Allison saw it, this would make them even and Samuel already thought she was a godless person, so her manners (or lack there of) should have been expected. She shook her head and leaned up against the barn, watching as Samuel made his way back up the road.

Now that he was gone, Allison started to relax, but was surprised all over again when Torsten took her hand. They were still stained with Mary's blood, sticky-feeling and dirty, but he didn't seem to mind. She smiled softly at his words and gave his hand a squeeze in return, her own feeling small and safe clasped in his. “I'm glad you're here too,” she said, now crossing her arms over her chest for some sort of comfort. “What you did back there, you saved us and I don't care what that guy says, you did what needed to be done.” 

She cared very little for Samuel's peace being disrupted. Her own had been disturbed as well, but she supposed empathy didn't exist within the Amish community. Allison was very worried about the next part of their hike—if the criminals would be following them, what they would encounter on their way to Portland, and distantly, whether or not there was still a Portland to get to. The brunette would be able to calm down when all of this was over, when she was back in her element at the hospital and doing her job.

Brushing her hair back from her face, Allison looked to Torsten. “We should take the deputy's gun,” she suggested, not understanding that it might not work, just as cars and everything else seemed to have failed within the last twenty-four hours. “I want to be ready, just in case.”