Logically, Liam should have let the woman go, gather her things, and get the hell out of their house. Somehow, he felt like that was both a great and terrible idea. He considered the pros and cons of each circumstance. If he let her stay with them, if she even willingly stayed, that would be another life to worry about and another mouth to feed (not that they didn't have the resources to feed her...at the moment.) He also reasoned that it had been a while since he and Isaac had been in the presence of another woman who didn't wish to devour their brains, and it was obvious to him that women seemed to be cleaner and more reasoning in [i]some[/i] circumstances. At this thought, he looked the woman up and down, taking note of her bushy hair and the layer of dirt that seemed to coat her skin.

[i]Then again, how clean can you be without running water?[/i] a voice inside of his head asked. Movement in the corner of his eye caused him to turn and look at his brother, who was silently placing his shotgun once again beside the front door. Isaac looked over at him and raised his eyebrows. "What?" he asked, almost with an attitude that made Liam look at him with an incredulous expression.

Liam looked back to the young woman, who was now standing on the first step of the staircase. He sighed and made an impulsive decision, "If you need to stay, then we won't be hostile. We...We could use your help."