Claire let out a sigh of relief quietly when Chris wasn't shot. That had been her main concern. Then the man appeared and Claire just looked at the man in the doorway. Mid thirties perhaps? Taller than her by about 8 inches, which slightly bothered her, but it wasn't abnormal. The knife was still in her hand but she slowly opened her back pack and pulled out her leg strap holsters for her knives and slid her knife back into it. The whole time though she never took her eyes off the man. He seemed genuine, but still. She couldn't be sure...not anymore. The man from Ashford...She didn't even get his name. If you're going to kill someone then you should have the decency to learn their name...She thought it was proper since that person would probably help you from what you scavenge off of them, but you couldn't learn everyone's name...This was the only one she really wished that she knew though. 

Claire started to put her leg holsters back on while Chris put a hand behind him and opened up his small back pouch and pulled out one of his zippo lighters and held it out to the man. "My name is Chris, and that's my sister Claire...We ran into some trouble in Ashford yesterday...She um...Well we didn't stay very long and it left it's mark on her, so she's a little on edge right now." Chris relaxed his hand on his gun but left it in the holster. This man was going out on a limb disarming like that, and it did help, but Chris was just too cautious. For him it wasn't a matter of what if this man attacked them, it was more of what if someone else attacked them while they were getting to know each other? Or the biters. It was just too much of a risk.