[b]Lillah & Vivian -- Baton Rouge -- Scarlett[/b]

Lillah regarded the other in silence, tapping the bat to her dark shoulder. Unlike the blonde who was trying to come off as unassuming as possible, she made a point to stand tall and unsmiling. Clearly, she didn't care if she came off as a bitch. "I need supplies too," she said, then paused. Like the stranger, she didn't want anyone hurt, but she also wanted to prioritize her and Vivian when it came to items. It was a good reminder that the woman might have someone else to look out for, too. After looking around, Lillah lowered her bat and offered, "I take some, you take some. I don't need a lot. And I don't wanna hurt anyone either." 

Outside, Vivian rolled her eyes as she strained to listen. Despite being the least friendly of the two, Lillah always insisted on confronting others. This was a shame because she tended to [i]compromise[/i] when Vivian preferred to [i]take[/i]. Still, the petite woman remained outside by the door, her gaze flickering up and down the street. The rotten smell carried out into the open and she wrinkled her nose against it, but kept her hands on the empty gun. 

She only moved away from the door to look down the alley beside the shoppe, on the watch for walkers or other people. Her ears remained open in case her companion needed help, but otherwise her attention was on the surrounding area. However, the city remained still and quiet.