Sam was relieved the woman hadn't simply turned away and fully expected the wary look on her face. It was hard to judge someone's intentions by simply staring at them. Most people's body language was guarded and constantly on edge - the cost of six months of brutal survival in a world they can hardly recognize. It didn't mean they had to relinquish every ounce of their humanity, which was decidedly easier for some to do, Sam thought. That wasn't her, though, and she still believed human relations were important.

She rested her ax down on her shoulder as she approached the woman with a smile. Sam stopped just a few feet in front of the tall stranger and cocked her head sideways as she quickly examined her: no wounds - at least, no visible ones. Sam smirked when she spotted the long wooden handle and the sharp edge of the fire ax, [i]Smart woman.[/i] She didn't seem worse for wear but certainly looked a tired from exertion. Though, who wasn't these days? 

Sam took a confident step forward, "Come here often?" She chuckled and hoped it would dissolve some of the tension between the two strangers. She then offered the woman her hand. "I'm Sam. Ex-firefighter at your service," she informed with a wink

As cheesy introductions went this one was pretty high up there, but seriousness wasn't exactly Sam's strong suit.