[b]Mandy - Streets of Walker, LA - Annie & Cricin[/b]

Mandy tried to read his lips. She really had. The man didn't have a mustache at least, but he spoke with what must be a heavy accent. Much like the girl. Maybe they know each other? That was a terrifying thought. It made Mandy feel like she had walked right into a trap. One where Victor had no idea where she was. Of course that was the reason why you should travel in groups, but it was too hard to find people you could trust. 

"[color=deepskyblue]I'm Mandy.[/color]" She decided introductions were in order at least. "[color=deepskyblue]I think I'm going to go. My friends are waiting.[/color]" Plural wasn't true, but it made her feel safer. Mandy didn't have a gun, she had at one point a long time ago, but that had been stolen from her. It was likely that whatever was on the other side of that strap around the guy's chest was a gun, and Mandy really didn't want to tangle with it.

She started backing away from them. Leaving meele range, but hopefully they wouldn't attack her. The girl had seemed nice enough... but that could have been a ruse to draw her into the trap.