Amelia was confused. She'd just pointed her weapon at these people and now one of them was offering her ammunition for a weapon which could easily take them both out with a pull of the trigger, although she did note how he knew it was empty. It seemed to good to be true but alas the odds still stood against her. Though taking the rounds from his pistol which also seemed to be an M9 settled her anxieties a little. She hesitated as he asked her to do the same before agreeing, ejecting the clip and holding it upside down against the grip before pulling the slider back, the loaded round popping into the air where she caught it in her hand. She pushed the round back into the clip before holding up both clearly, storing them on separate parts of her body. "My name is Amelia, and yes I'm from England" she replied, her accent giving off a strong north east London vibe with the inflection on her words. She folded her arms, still not seeming quite comfortable. 

Both the man and the women looked to be fairly young and in good shape. She wondered on their relationship, story and what they'd survived through all this time. Though she kept such questions to herself for now, after all they'd just met. "I'm sorry about breaking into your home, I thought it was abandoned and these day's it's hard to tell one from the other" she said honestly. "It's a good thing you caught me before I made off with stuff that wasn't salvage" she said, trying to bring the previous conflict to a softer light. She might be a survivor now but she still felt an echo of her duty to protect. And soldiers weren't thieves.