[b]"And who the fuck are you?!"[/b] Clover said turning her gun on Niko for a moment before pointing it back at Ryan. [b]"Who the fuck is this Ryan? You two seem awfully friendly."[/b]

Although Carter hadn't said anything he didn't like the situation either. From their point of view and from nearly a year of experience, the situation they'd found themselves in were similar to ploys used by raiders to earn the trust of those they were hunting. Split their group into two, one acts as a threat while the other rides in as heroes. However, looking at Ryan's face told him different. He was confused just as much as they were.

[b]"Clover..."[/b]

[b]"No!"[/b] She clenched her teeth, her grip tightening around her pistol. [b]"I'm having a bad case of déjà vu. Remember what happened last time we let a bunch of random strangers join us?"[/b] She turned to glare at Carter but whatever anger was building up inside her began to dissipate. It was always hard for her to stare at him the way she did to others. His calm demeanor was disarming and it was as if he knew her next move before she did. 

[center][i]"...You really going to shoot him?..."[/i][/center]

She could almost hear him asking with his eyes. Although she hated to admit it, it was all he needed to do to get her to think straight. Still, she continue to hold the pistol pointed at Ryan although she was now visibly more relaxed.

[b]"Look... I don't know who you are, but driving right up to us like that wasn't the smartest idea."[/b] As Carter spoke, his eyes kept darting back toward the road where'd they'd seen the other figure. From where he was standing he couldn't make it out anymore. Perhaps because whatever it was saw them thanks in part to the truck driving up and stopping right next to them.

[center][i]...Fucking idiot...[/center][/i]

He tried his best to keep his irritation from surfacing. He and Clover spent much of their time avoiding people, not because they didn't want company but because that company usually brought it's own set of problems. Raiders were simple. They had no problem lying, stealing and killing. Then there were people who meant no harm but would do so unintentionally. Maybe they had some underlying sickness they were reluctant to share only to end up burdening everyone else. And then there were idiots. It was always a surprise to him that despite the world being dead for a year, people like that still seemed to pop up... like annoying weeds he couldn't rid himself of. People who were oblivious to their surroundings, made more noise than necessary, still thought that life was a game. Looking at Niko again, he took in the features of a man who had more luck than he deserved and hoped he wasn't just another weed.

[b]"You really expected us to just jump in your truck didn't you."[/b]

Clover was still trying to grasp their situation. She didn't understand why people just seemed to flock to them when they weren't looking for anyone.