"I've lived in the raider base for thirteen years and just.. I can't do it anymore. I refuse to do it. So I left..."  Isaac kept his gaze on the outside, mostly because he didn't want her to see the pity in his eyes.  He couldn't imagine what she'd been through, all these years. Raider's weren't known for their mercy.  Inside, Isaac cursed the people of the past, who went to nuclear war and gave birth to this hellhole.  "...Tonight they were celebrating a recent ambush, were all too drunk to care of their own noses."

"Good thinking," was his first words in reply to her sad story.  Then he looked over at her.  "But they cared enough to come after you.  And they might still be out there.  So we have to stay sharp until we're far enough away.  Do you have anywhere you can go?  What am I saying, of course you don't." The young man out a loud breath as tried to think, placing a thumb and forefinger on the bridge of his nose.  Where was the nearest town from here?  "Hmmm... I think Grasscroft isn't far from here.  Straight west, if memory serves.  We'll head in that direction tomorrow.  See if we can't find you a place to live, kay."

The girl really could use a break.  She looked so drained, so skinny.  "Hey, I said there was food n stuff in my bag.  You sure you're not hungry?"  Isaac got back to his feet and retrieved his rucksack, rifling through it before pulling out his water canteen and throwing it on the bed beside her.  Then he brought a couple of ration snacks, tossing her a pack before opening one himself and sitting back down.  This time he didn't put his feet up. He was sat facing her, leaning forward a little, intent on seeing her get something in her stomach.  It was just some beef jerky and a pack of peanuts - good for a little bit of energy, in a pinch.  "Don't be shy, I'm not gonna charge you," he quipped, popping a peanut into his mouth and giving her a reassuring smile.