Isaac walked, turning his head face-front, expecting that she'd just answer casually and quickly.  But then an awkwardly long silence fell on them.  He peeked a glance at her in the corner of his eye, then did a double-take when he realised her reaction to the gun in her hands.  She looked like she was holding an alien object.

"Uh, a few times."

"Huh," was his subdued comment as they stopped so she could don the new gear.

He watched, somewhat in amazement, as she tried the gun belt on in different ways.  It wasn't exactly something to be ashamed of; not knowing how to use a gun.  It was just... not a common thing, in Isaac's circles.  The young man ran a hand through his hair, finally deciding to help her out after a while.

"Put it near the hand you write best with," he said, then turned his attention to passers-by, giving a nod to a few of them who met his eyes.  "Hi," he said to one of them.

He turned back to her and she was done. "You good?" he asked, giving her an encouraging smile as looked into those big green eyes. [i]Interesting eyes.[/i]  For now, he left the matter, as they wouldn't need to be shooting anyone whilst they were in the city of Grasscroft.  "You sure?" he added as a joke.

...

When they arrived at the next tavern, Isaac stepped inside and held the door for Zara as he took a look around.  "Hey, this is nice.  Cleaner than the last place."  It was indeed.  The floors were clean, the tables and chairs were in better condition.  Even the streets outside were neater.  This was clearly the more up-market establishment, for the richer folks of Grasscroft.  "Probably more expensive too."

Isaac ordered two glasses of flavoured, purified water. Then asked about the rooms for rent.  "We have one room available.  Upstairs, window.  Expensive," the barman said.  Then quirked a brow as he looked over the two of them.  "We generally don't like wastelanders just rolling in when they feel like it, so we charge a high price to discourage it."

"One room," Isaac echoed as he looked at Zara.  Then back at the barman, "Is there at least a chair in there or something?"

"There's a chair."

"Guess I'll take the chair?  You have the bed?" he asked Zara.  It wouldn't normally be so awkward but it was clear that she had some issues after spending thirteen years with raiders.  And he wasn't sure that sharing a room with a stranger was something she wanted to do.  Funny that just the other night, they shared a room, but after the scuffle with the old man who smacked her ass, and the realisation that she'd probably been sexually harassed constantly as a raider slave (and worse,) it had suddenly made Isaac extremely aware and careful regarding her security.

After that, they sat down at a table to let off some steam.  Isaac stretched his neck around until it cracked.  "Phew, what a day, huh.  Glad to sit down and just chill for a second."  He put a hand on his forehead, as if checking his own temperature, eyes closed as his mind calmed down.  When he opened his eyes, they were on Zara.  "So... How does freedom feel, Zara Singh?  Has it hit ya yet?"