Oh. Shit. What incredible luck that Diana lacked. The one safe-looking house for miles that doesn't look occupied, and it was occupied. At least there weren't guns pointed to her face anymore, for now. But she didn't know how long [i]that[/i] stroke of luck would last. She kept her eyes on Liam since he seemed much kinder and more understanding than the other dude, who didn't seem to talk much at all. In fact she didn't think she'd heard him speak yet since the start of this... encounter. Cautiously she slowly lowered her hands to her sides and took a deep breath. 

"I've only been here since yesterday," she started, her tone apologetic. "But I'd had my eyes on the place for..." she counted on her fingers. "Three? I think three days, and no one went in or out so I assumed it was empty." She hated the sheepishness in her voice, but it was better than her [i]I'm a journalist and don't care about your personal boundaries[/i] attitude, so she kept the fear-tinged tone at least for the moment. "Seen lots of people... What does your family look like? How many people are in it? Dress sharply?" More questions threatened to tumble out, and she stopped them. 

She backed toward the staircase like she'd just seen a grizzly bear eating a person. "Listen, I'm sorry I'm in your house, and I'm sorry I can't help either of you, so I'll just scoot now, alright?" She laughed nervously and cast a look at Liam that asked silently [i]You're not going to murder me and have my liver to keep the meat on your bones, right?[/i] One foot went up one step. The other followed. At least she felt a little taller now.