To Vivian's dismay, the man remained cautious...and rude. And stingy. She blinked down at the cigarette butt, opening her mouth to point out he shouldn't be littering on a national landmark such as the Washington Monument--not that anyone would care anymore; however, he continued to tell her off. Then, he turned and started walking off toward the west. "Tch. You don't have to be such a prick about it," she grumbled at him before hesitantly stepping after the man.

Honestly, V found herself a bit fearful and unsure of what to do with herself now. The money she had was suddenly useless, and she was used to getting resources from other people. With the apocalypse upon them, she couldn't exactly pick pocket someone on the bus and then skip off to Ruby Tuesday's for a hot meal. "Wait, where are you going? I'm clearly not from around [i]here[/i]," she wrinkled her nose in disgust as she paused on the word, "and could use a bit of direction since we're stranded. You seem to have a plan of action of some sort--any advice before you run off and get eaten?"