Arryn bobbed her head around, listening to the song that was stuck in her head. It'd been so long since she'd heard real music and that was a damn shame. She sighed. As things were, today was patrol day. She had to come out of her little hole of an apartment to make sure everything was okay and to make a run to find any supplies she could glean. Today she was heading toward a gas station she hadn't picked yet. Her bow was on her back, as usual, her knives hidden on her person. She had a small messenger bag with her to pick up anything she gleaned from the place. She poked her glasses back up in place. Today wasn't necessarily a bad day, it just felt... charged. As if something was about to happen. She put a hand to her bow, just in case. Arryn's long red hair was down around her back again today. She relished in the feeling of her hair swishing down her back. Up ahead she felt a disturbance as a voice shouted out: "Hey you! Over there! I am friendly mates!" She gasped. A person! Taking her bow off her back and notching an arrow she stealthily ran towards the shop, she had to see the person before they left.