Joel gave a nod, walking up to his sister and giving her a hug. Hannah sighs, feeling calmer with her brother hugging her. She pats the top of his head, smiling. "There, there, Joel. It's all going to be okay." She says soothingly. "We'll just continue what we are doing. It'll be fine." Hannah kisses the top of his head, and he looks up at her, pouting.

Suddenly, there was banging. It didn't sound like someone was trying to break in, rather they were trying attract attention, almost like she did when she was looking for walkers. "Joel, get behind me," Hannah says quietly and quickly, Joel immediately following her command as she pulled her pistol from her trousers. She had no ammunition for it, however she was sure that if there was a bandit, they would leave because of the gun. Suddenly, there was an [i]oomph[/i] from behind her, and Hannah turns her head, gun up, to see Joel had tripped over his own feet onto the ground. "Joel, sssh!" She hisses, tugging him up and pulling him to her chest, gun up, ready to aim at anyone that came into the isle.