[color=SkyBlue]”Sounds fine. Never had gumbo much though, the only place that specialized in it near my hometown was garbage.”[/color] As if to emphasis her point Sam stuck her tongue out and theatrically shuddered. A lazy smile graced her lips and she tossed her hair back as she glanced over to her walking companion. [color=SkyBlue]”There was one place though, The Gumbo Pot, I’d go there every time I visited L.A. to catch some waves.”[/color] The snow beneath Sam’s boots crunched with each step, but even with recent snowfall the rough path between the cabin and river was traversed enough that they wouldn’t get lost. It helped that they had marked the route off as well should they fall off the path anyway. For now their footprints leading out was enough to follow home on the packed snow. It’s not like the corpses could decipher what they were. Speaking of which, they weren’t as active today. Jorel and Conrad, for their faults – many, [i]many[/i] faults in the latter’s case – must be having an outstanding patrol. Really no surprise considering the man’s fanaticism. Crazy. The half hour walk went by uneventfully. Quiet, some light chatter but nothing substantial. Sam was honest enough to admit she may have rambled a bit about her plants. She was worried the potted tomatoes weren’t getting enough sunlight but what could you do in a fucking [i]log cabin?[/i] Ugh. Speaking of which, they were finally coming up on their ‘home’. And the crunching of snow that wasn’t Brook’s or her own. A slight sound of metal was the only indication that Sam had withdrawn her switchblade, flicking it open with practised ease that betrayed her relaxed posture. In all honesty it was probably just Leo patrolling around the cabin, but better safe than sorry- ... Well, it wasn’t Leo. [color=Skyblue]”The fuck?”[/color] Was the ever eloquent response from Sam. Her blue gaze stayed affixed to the little girl standing slightly apart from Jorel, her own head tilting to the side curiously as blonde bangs spilled in front of her eyes. Would it be inappropriate to make a joke about how she had already got them food? ... Probably. No one appreciated her cannibalism jokes. Oh. The little girl toppled over. Well alright then. [color=Skyblue]”Seriously man, you went to go clear out the corpses and you bring back a stray?”[/color] Was the slow and drawling comment Sam finally offered as she stepped up, kneeling beside the girl. Ech, she was completely soaked and starting to get covered in frost. [color=Skyblue]”And no offence, but unless you [i]wanted[/i] another corpse-walker on our doorstep, you probably should’ve brought the soaking wet girl inside. Hey, no judging if you did! Come on, help me pick her up and we’ll get her in by the fire. Tie her up just in case.”[/color] Fucking strays.