"Yeah! I assume you aren't one of them if you're talking!" Came the response that Nelia froze in her movements to, did someone actually just answer her or did she just imagine that. No, she couldn't have imagined it, that'd be too good to be true. Nonetheless she propped herself up, angling to see around the bin that the voice came from; silence and nothingness. Whoever it was didn't like to show their face, and she couldn't blame them with this shithole everyone was in, but it was another survivor in the least. What else could it be? Nelia should her head at the thought of anything else people would be trying instead of surviving.

She quickly looked around the upstairs pathing she was crouched down in, not much was up there except for books and ornaments on the various small table tops. As she stood, remaining as low as possible, she noticed a interesting book on zombies laying on the small table, that seemed ironic considering what they were experiencing right now. Ignoring it, she slid off her duffle bag and slipped on her leather jacket, anything was better than getting a easily received wound on her exposed arms. Nelia learned a lot of things on the streets, fighting in back alley brawls and underground championships all the same. Wearing good clothing made the deference when it came to weapon defense, and who knew if the person behind the calling voice was dangerous or not, she had to be prepared to handle nutjobs if there was any here. After she pulled on her jacket, she slid her duffle bag over her shoulder and stood fully up, then something else surprised her. 

“If there is someone in here that would rather eat fucking spaghettis than my face then why don’t you say something instead of creeping around damn it!” a deep voice echoed off from the floor below her, Nelia's footing missed a step hearing the loud voice spring off. She turned, peering over the guard railing to the man below, or so she thought, she was just following the direction of the voice. "Yeah! I'm guessing you're no more infected than the two of us up here!" She paused a moment, sighing to herself lightly. "Are you alone down there?" She called out after, hiding behind the wall she was near just in case there was a whole band of nutjobs hanging down there ready to spring at the mere mention of more people around the lone guy calling out, it wouldn't be a false accusation, if you compared this to movies that is.
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Summary: After hearing the hidden away mans response, Nelia changes her attitude to add her leather jacket on her for added defense, right before hearing and answering the new man to appear a floor below.