The unshaven and sleep deprived Rick was not in the mood for any confrontation today and to say that he was feeling a little rough around the edges was an understatement. But what with day in day out, fighting for survival as well as a crying baby keeping him awake most nights he was on edge and ready to shoot to kill in a no nonsense kind of way. And yet, he stood there, eyeing this female figure who looked to be all of twenty years and saw her as a girl just looking to get some food and so he had already lowering his colt he slid it back into the holster as she answered yes she was alone. Nodding he simply stated. "Good." Holding his hands up still, he waited for her to show him the same kindness as he had given her.

Looking behind him over his shoulder he saw Michonne, nonchalantly shaking his head to her. To tell her not to attack this poor girl. Rick could handle this, or so he thought. Turning back to the blonde female he asked her. "Where are you from?" She looked as weak and possibly as tired as he did. With his hands still in the air, his eyes were trained on her but also aware of their surroundings. He looked past her and out into the street, the hoards of walkers seemed to be gathering out there again. And in here was no picnic either, but at least for now things were calm. She had asked him was he alone, he shook his head and replied to her. "Just three of us." Furrowing his brow, he sighed a sigh of relief as she finally lowered her gun and he lowered his hands and stood at a normal stance before adding one more question to her. "How have you survived this long, without anyone to help fight off the walkers?" Pointing past her to them outside, the un-dead. His voice as always was soft, but direct and to the point. All he was here for, was a few things and so now he wanted to know what this girl or woman was doing here alone and how.

[/presto]