Kylie watched Mileficent warily as she spoke, her grip still on the baseball bat in her hand. However, as soon as the woman mentioned being able to help her find Jean, the girl’s face broke into a smile. As she continued to talk, the delighted grin only grew wider. "Thank you!" she blurted out, even as the woman was finishing speaking.

She’d lost count by now of how many days she had been looking. There had been close run-ins before now. If Kylie stayed out too late with her searches, that was when the zombies came out. If she trespassed on the territory of the wrong band of raiders, there had been times when she’d had to make a quick sprint in the opposite direction. So long as she had always returned to the floor-well of the truck where she slept before nightfall, issues had been minimal. 

But here was someone who was offering help. Even if Kylie knew how to handle herself, she could only achieve that for so long. She nodded quickly. “Okay. I can be quiet, I promise," she agreed without hesitation. She picked up her backpack, swinging the monster over her shoulder once more. "My name's Kylie."