Charlotte hesitated as suddenly two more gunshots rang out in quick succession, but this time they sounded distinctly different and came from the other direction and she had the impression that someone had just killed the men who up until a few moments ago has been hot on her heels. She wondered if she should peak up over from where she was hiding and risk a glance out at whoever it was.

The sound of a male voice drifted over to her "Jake...the car" and she tried to determine if she should try to run or not.

"Take whatever these bastards have and throw it in the back."

Moments later the figure of the man who had spoken came into her view, briefly blocking the light from the sun that was slowly starting to sink in the sky. 

Immediately her gaze was drawn to the left side of his face, a weird strip of material covering what looked like a pretty hideous burn and savage eye wound. She briefly held herself, resisting the initial urge to stab at him with the knife clutched in her hand even as he held his hand out to help her up. 

"It's not safe here. Another group not far down the road. They'll come looking for us" he said as he gazed at her. 

Her mind raced and in the split second that she met his view a vast array of thoughts ran through her head, considering what she should do. Everytime she had pictured a situation like this she had imagined fighting or running, but the only thing that grabbed her attention right now was what he had said about it not being safe here. She didn't know why but despite the man's somewhat cold appearance be seemed different from the psychopaths she had this far encountered. Hesitantly returning her blade to its sheath she gingerly took his hand and let him help her up, almost surprising herself as she did. 

As she emerged from where she had been hidden she suddenly became aware again of how much the stillbleeding wound on her leg hurt, she stifled a cry as she put her weight on it. Looking over to the other man she watched as he was rifling through the pickets of the men that had been trying to kill her. 

He called out to the first man and held up a note. Jake and Quinn, they seemed like they were unfamiliar with each other, but already she was rethinking her desire to get away from them as quickly as possible, even if that had been possible. 

"Thanks" she murmured, her voice coming through slightly strained. She suddenly realised that she had hardly spoken a word over the last few months and found herself realising how much she had missed human contact.