"It wasn't you, just now?" She asked, but one look at him gave her the answer. "Got into some trouble on the street," she explained, "Arrow came from this direction, saved me. And if that wasn't you, then you owe me for helping you clear these goons." 

It was a strange world they lived in. She was wary of the man automatically, but they were suddenly allies against a greater threat. She put the bat on the ground, leaning it against her leg, and dug into her pocket for the gun and three remaining bullets. Now she had a spare moment, she loaded them into the cylinder and put the pistol into her empty holster. 

"Charlotte," she said by way of introduction, "How many are out there?" she pointed at the front door where the walkers banged and groaned.