Sarah gave out a quiet sigh of relief as she heard the stranger's footsteps continue on, having paused as she followed him. Her skills of stealth and small frame had allowed her to remain undetected in her stalking, behind the obliterated shell of an old pick-up. She had no ill-intent, merely tailing him in hopes that he would stumble upon some form of supplies he didn't need, or those which he'd discard in order to make room for new things. As he began his stride again, she rounded the vehicle's flatbed, crouched and silent Sarah moved from cover to cover behind the man and into the supermarket. 

Hearing the sound of steel on brick as he began to scan the aisles one by one, Sarah decided it would be best to take cover in the first aisle he'd checked, and wait until he had left. Soon after he left the room however, the young woman could hear him begin to converse with what sounded like some form of Protectron, but different in some way that she couldn't quite place.

[i]"Threat detected...terminating."[/i] She heard the robot's mechanical voice croak out, in a panic she lay her body completely flat on the ground - and if the bot's fire came her way she'd lay down as many shots as possible, then get the hell out of dodge. Though when the small burst of automatic fire sounded out throughout the building, the slushing of coagulated blood was the only noise that followed the gunshots, except the autonomous [i]"Threat terminated."[/i] 

She did her best to remain utterly silent, it seemed that the robot's targeting systems were malfunctioning and would likely fire upon anything that moved. Except the man, for whatever possible reason that was. Sarah needed to get out of there and she knew it. But there was one problem with that; he was now sat outside cleaning his weapon with the bot likely patrolling the area. She took this as an opportunity to flee, but was mortified as she turned and slipped on a pool of blood which she had somehow failed to notice. With a thunderous crash the few heavy items that remained upon the shelves came tumbling down to the floor.

"Fuck." She said aloud to herself, laying flat on her back. She gripped the handles of each of her pistols respectively, pulling them from their leather holsters and remaining locked in place, waiting for the man to come and investigate.