The stranger emerged over the ledge and instantly threw his hands in the air. "...Woah, hey, I'm a friendly, I'm good. I just.. Have ya seen my sister? Tall, skin like mine, blue tattoos all over her arm. Probably got a motorcycle with her.”

Her hand twitched nervously on the grip. If she did have to fire, she doubted she'd ever make it off this roof alive. There was nowhere else to go if they got swarmed. 

"...c-could you put that thing down?”

Chest still heaving heavy breaths she swallowed hard as she slowly began to nod. “Okay, just don't try anything...” The fear of what had happened earlier evident already. The healthy were just as, if not more dangerous, than the infected. 

She released the grip on the weapon and pulled her shirt over the weapon. She let herself sit up against some kind of electrical box and brought her knees up close to her chest. Resting her elbows in her knees she looked over the tall stranger still quite suspicious of his intentions. 

He was a very tall man with well tanned skin and short hair. His eyes dark and his face slightly scarred from who knows what. 

“Forgive me if I'm not very trustin' today,” she said her own voice showing a bit of drawl of her own, but one from slightly more north.

She watched him dig around for a moment the idea he may have a hidden weapon still in the forefront of her mind. He seemed benevolent enough, but only time would truly tell. 

“I'll save you the trouble, I only have a few cans of food, some rope, and a few bullets.” She didn't disclose she had a knife as well, just in case.