Celty shook her head, "No funny stuff. I'm only gonna put it on my back. Don't wanna leave such a purdy gun out here." she chuckled a little and slowly picked it up then shouldered it. She didn't want to use her gun, she was too tired to want to pull the trigger. "How many of you are there. I only heard two voices, not including yours." Celty asked a bit weary, hoping she wasn't being lured into a trap. She walked beside him holding her bag strap with one hand and the but of her rifle with the other so it wouldn't swing and hit her in the leg as she walked.
"Do you mind telling me your name? I'll be happy to oblige after, officer." She gave him a slight smile. Nowadays, even cops were bad guys, but she didn't get that feeling with this one. He seemed nice enough and friendly enough. Celty tired to make casual chit chat with him so she wouldn't feel so on edge about the house and others.