"Right," Denny left the truck as it came to a stop, she figured it was safe enough to leave her bag inside, but she made sure to keep her gun plainly visible in her right hand, she slammed the door and found herself approaching the group, she was anxious and shaky, but she felt compelled, the confidence to wave to them coming from the same place the confidence to introduce herself to Charlie came from.

[i]They aren't sick, it's going to be okay.[/i]

Immediately, she saw the children, a man who was their... guardian? A woman... and several men, two, older looking gentlemen who appeared to be talking, a third who seemed to have been the first to notice Charlie and Denny's approach, and another... with... a sword?

It was the sight of the kids that made her relax the most, and the light of the rest stop did put her ever increasing heart rate at ease, still wary, though, the approached the young male, the white haired female, and the two older men. Taking a page from Charlie's book, she figured bluntness would be the best approach. 

"Hey..." she observed the rather... 'cosmopolitan' group, more curiosity than fear, now, "Did you guys... like... run out of gas or something?"