[center][b][h3]Jasper - School Bus - Jessalyn[/h3][/b]
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The gentle racket of Jasper's looting was enough to shroud any audible sign of the woman's approach, even as she entered the bus. He was delighted that he had managed to find such a stash, and he was determined to stuff as much of the food he could into his bag to help feed himself, to not have to go hungry at least for a day or two, perhaps a few more if he saved some of it. He couldn't find any ammunition, but he couldn't get [i]that[/i] lucky. He would just have to find that somewhere else, if there was any left to find.

He had just slipped something into his backpack when he heard the woman's voice behind him. He almost fell over in surprise as he spun around, his eyes flickering up and down the woman. One of the first things that his eyes came to rest on was her gun in her waistband. [i]That's[/i] probably where the ammo was, if this was her place - no, it [i]definitely[/i] was her place, she was scolding him for stealing. His hand sort of twitched a little in the direction of his own sidearm, which was tucked into his own waistband a little uncomfortably, and equally as visible. He didn't want to try and grab it, because if she beat him to the draw...

It wasn't as if it mattered. Even if he beat her to the draw, all he could do was try to scare her off. And if she decided, out of bravery or something else, to try and kill him before he 'tried to kill her', it was game over. Worry broke onto his features, there was no way pulling his pocket knife would do anything, either. Still, he had to try [i]something[/i], he had to if he wanted to get away with anything. His hand moved a little closer to his gun, and then a little further away, as he contemplated it in his worried mind.

"I..." Jasper began, stuttering. "I-I'm sorry, I thought nobody lived here."