Cameron kept her eyes and knife trained on the man as he spoke, only interrupting her intense focus to look up at the rain that began to fall and the rumbles of thunder clouds moving towards them. After observing him thoroughly, she realized that he did not fit the description of the brutes she had hear stories of from the village leaders. Part of her thought maybe that all those tales were exaggerated to keep them all from leaving, and if that was the case, it worked on Cameron. But the man in front of her seemed kind, at least for now, and she slowly lowered the knife and holstered it. 

Raisins sounded like a four course meal to the malnourished woman. She eyed the bag hungrily before pushing her pride aside and reaching to grab them, and she immediately began to devour them. After a quite moan in relief from eating something other than road kill, she looked up to him, wiped her face on her sleeve, and let out a quiet “thank you.” Still eying him, she rose slowly to her feet and gathered her belongings, slinging the large backpack over her back with a grunt. “Well,” she began as she cleared her throat, “lead the way.” Her voice had no signs of enthusiasm to it – being holed up with a strange man in an abandoned building was not on her to do list– but she forced a smile, trying not to be rude. 

After the small snack she had, she nearly felt like a new woman, although she knew that she would be ravenous again soon enough. Her newly found energy made her feel a bit less hopeless as she followed the man in the rain. The cold water felt amazing on her sunburnt skin as she traveled through the strange terrain of the city, and she began to stick her tongue out to catch the droplets as they hiked. She was truly grateful that someone was taking her in; it would have been a long night in the dark, cold alley with the weather. But she wasn’t ready to trust a random man who gave her raisins. No, she was no idiot. She would have to keep an eye on him, and even more so the silver box that was safely held in her right arm.