After a few moments of picking and prodding, Dawn relaxed slightly, drawing the tendrils of her Gift out of the tangle of the stranger’s thoughts. Whoever they were, they seemed...calm. Relaxed. A bit eccentric, if the willingness to drift off into fantasy was any indication, but not someone who read like they would shoot first and ask questions later. She was further reassured upon looking out and finding that the person was, surprisingly, wheelchair bound- although that raised the question of how they managed to survive out in the ash. Still, the person seemed well enough, and Dawn was about to reveal herself when two more entered her range. Jaw tightening, she slipped back into the (relative) safety of the house, probing at the newcomers as cautiously as before.
 
A man. On the older side, if the leg trouble was any indication. Not actively hostile, but willing to fight if necessary.
 
A woman. Sensor of some sort- the fact that she was aware of Dawn made her a bit tense, but it seemed as if stranger wasn’t sure [i]where[/i], exactly, she was. Hoping to avoid conflict altogether.
 
There were too many people here for her taste, but there was no way that she would be able to escape without their notice. Shifting the weight of her bags, Dawn stepped out of the doorway, sticking close to the wall in case anyone decided to start firing (although it seemed that the man in the wheelchair wouldn’t even be able to, anyway). 

“Um. Hello, there.” 
 
Her voice was a bit raspy from lack of use, and Dawn cleared her throat a bit to try and smooth it out a bit.

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