The man commented on where she had put her gun, at which she shrugged. "That's what the safety switch is for." She spoke, not moving to shake his hand. She still didn't put a lot of trust in him, or the company. This was just something that was at least worth checking out to her. "Name's Zara. I'm going to pack my things." The woman spoke as she started walking to her bedroom. "I need to at least put some proper clothes on, plus I'm not going anywhere without a laptop at the very least." Sure she could go online without one, but for certain things having a separate connection was pretty useful. Plus her computer held several important programs, and some games that could keep her entertained in down-time. She had no idea what a woobie was, though she didn't really care either. Zara knew just fine what she'd need on the road. A sleeping bag, at least one pair of extra clothes, a hair brush, and a plastic sheet in case they couldn't find shelter in an abandoned building or some such. So she grabbed the sleeping bag off of her bed, took a plastic sheet with a military pattern off her wall, took a pair of clothes out of a closet that was barely holding together, and stuffed them all in the backpack she normally used to scavenge the area around the city for useful things. Once that was done she took a bit longer to shift through her few still mostly clean clothes, and picked out a bra, a black tank top, camo print cargo pants, white socks, and a pair of steel-tipped work boots. She'd love to wear something more...fashionable. But living in the wasteland didn't give you a lot of options.

Once she was finally done with that, the woman quickly brushed her hair, put the brush in the backpack as well, and headed for the computer room for her final stop. The laptop joined the rest of her things before she headed to the garage. She had packed with the intent to return here once this was over, so most of her things were left behind. Though then again, most of the things here weren't exactly worth much anyway. Nothing that couldn't be replaced easily enough. Once in the garage she walked towards her bike, looking it over another time. "I have to connect the fuel intake again, but after that he should work again. So give me a few minutes. Should at least make the trip a bit faster." It depended on if they could find fuel, of course. And on what kind of terrain they would be riding. At least it was a dirt bike, so going off-road wasn't a problem.