Sarah, being of a much simpler sort than those she finds herself surrounded by, seems to withdraw back a bit after her initial cheeriness. Her face contorts into one of struggling curiosity, combatted by confusion and the most-likely-familiar glow of 'where the hell am I?'. She hesitates a moment, as if weighing her options, before heaving a deep breath and giving a generally disconnected air off, as if she was immensely uncomfortable...and why wouldn't she be?

The small girl ran a hand through her hair and licked her tongue across her teeth; a gritty expression of distaste at the situation.

"Well...If we're all headed the same way, then I don't see a problem with going in a group. I won't hassle no-one who don't hassle me, deal?" She said, a bit of a country inflection leaking into her otherwise controlled and even words. Regardless, the girl's hands curl up as she steps away from the others a bit and begins to cautiously keep her distance from those who bear weapons and armor and the general likeness of someone who kills people.