[b]Emma - The Streets[/b]

Emma looked at the woman, sizing her up. She honestly didn't look threatening at all. She slightly reminded her of her mom, which slightly upset her. "Well... I guess if Rudy trusts you, you can't be [i]that[/i] bad..." She muttered, lowering her gun. It took her a minute, but when her heart rate settled, she recieved an unpleasant reminded that she was bleeding pretty badly. Her left hand crossed her abdomen and applied pressure to the gash, but she could see some blood seeping through her fingers. 

Emma swallowed, feeling heavily dizzy. "I- uh... wouldn't say I don't need help..." She removed her hand and saw her blood seeping down her jacket and then to the ground. I little pool had started to form by her ankle. "I'm not in great position to do any serious travelling..." She said, letting her arm fall to her side, the handcuffs rattling as they dangle from her wrist. She looked to the woman with a pleading expression, the increasing pain causing tears to well in her eyes. "I'm in [i]bad[/i] shape..."


[b]Abram - Baton Rouge - Tina and others[/b]

He slightly tensed, his eyes locked with the woman's. "No, I don't plan to leave." He said, plainly. His eyes temporarily glanced to the young guy who spoke up, calling the woman "Tina". 

Abram sighed lightly. "I'm not sure who this Tremblay is you speak of, but I'm a bit tougher than I look." He mentioned. "We ran into a couple of thugs in the mall area, if that's who you mean."

"I killed people before they starting coming back from the dead, so I'm right at home. Don't think a couple of punks who think they can shoot an assault rifle and call themselves soldiers are gonna scare me off." He shook his head. "No, sorry, but I'll be here 'till I find the people I'm looking for. I'll apologize beforehand if we have to rub shoulders for me to accomplish that."