"Survivors, huh? Wouldn't I be just another mouth to feed?" asked Mattie, curious. Regardless of the doubt, she had to consider it. Being in a group would make her safer, so long as the illness didn't worm its way into anyone and then spread. [i]And[/i] they had food, or so this Nicholas person claimed, which was a privilege she had wasted in a depressed eating binge that got her nowhere but in tears for the rest of the evening. 

Suspiciously and carefully, she shook the man's hand and then used it to pull herself into a standing position. At first this made her dizzy, but she did her best to hide this. "I can walk on my own. It's just a scrape, I think. Oh, and my name's Mattie. I'm in, I guess, but don't cannibalize me if that's not too much to ask." She bent and snatched her crowbar off of the floor (just in case!) and then swiftly headed toward the door. No time to waste.