"I've been here since it started. The woman who lived here before was killed pretty much right off the bat, so I went ahead and took over her gardens. Lucky she had so many seeds and all." Irene took the plate and put it lazily in the no-longer-functioning sink. She looked briefly out of the window in an instinctive urge to follow the other person's gaze, before her higher brain stepped in and let her know that Hunter hadn't actually seen anything dangerous. Hopefully. 

"What about you? Did you just hit the road as soon as the shit hit the fan?"