After they had taken care of the walkers in the back of the pharmacy, Petra helped Hunter with going through the shelves and collecting whatever they could use. While it was clear that the pharmacy had already been raided, she did manage to find some useful medicine and medical aid should anything happen. It felt strange to be on the ground, off the rooftop and out of the apartment buidling. When Petra had left the rooftop that morning, she knew it would be her last time scavenging the building but not her last time on the rooftop. It had served her well but it was time to move on. 

As she went through the shelves alongside Hunter, she almost grinned at his comment. It had been a long time since she had smiled. And even longer since she had allowed herself to laugh. 

She didn't see herself as a better fighter than Hunter, she just figured he was shocked to see that a close to middle age woman could handle herself in such a way. "In another life," she told him, when he asked about where she had learned to fight. Bringing up anything from her life before the outbreak was pointless. All those who had been a part of it were most likely dead, or wandering mindlessly and growling at their shadow. "What about you? Not too many people can handle a hatchet like that," she told Hunter. Petra was not exactly a social butterfly, and her self consciousness regarding her accent was a barrier. But she knew, in order to gain the trust of others, she needed to attempt to be friendly and not reclusive as she had always been.