It had only been a few minutes, and already Sam was rather amused by her new companion.

Then again, who wouldn't be? Not only had he eaten up her tale of woe - though to be fair, she hadn't [i]lied[/i] about it - but he was so literal! Maybe he just didn't get American phrases? That seemed more likely, if less humerous.

Still, here she was creeping around the dark, creepy mall with the weird bing-bongs and an Australian stray. All in all, she's been in worse positions - at least he had the sense to keep an eye on her. Sam followed easily behind Jorel, schooling her expression into seriousness, even if the slight twitch of her lips gave her away. She was so [i]excited[/i] to be with people again!

Plural, possibly, considering the movement out of the corner of her eye.

Sam's fingers twitched against the warmed stock of her rifle, the slight smile never leaving her face as she tilted her head just slightly to try and keep both people in sight. Rather, person and [i]possible[/i] person. There were only three possible reasons for a shadow darting around.

One, a particularly subtle corpsewalker.

Two, Jorel the puppy had fangs and was leading her into an ambush.

Three, they had even more [i]company[/i].

For a brief moment, Sam entertained putting a bullet into Jorel's back and getting out of dodge just in case. Yet...

[color=SkyBlue]"Say, I don't suppose you have friends in the mall?"[/color] The Californian put forth, jerking her head in the direction of the shadow. After all, a good lead-man for situations like that was worth his weight in ... well, not gold.

Bread?