Tired of Being Alone, Sir!

Annie did not understand what the man was doing by going down an alleyway, but she chooses to follow. If he tries anything, she will just throw a bomb at him and bolt. It's what she's good at, after all.

Crouching down he waited for the girl to come into the alleyway before jumping and landing behind her. "Hello there mind telling me why you're following me?"

Gasping, she whirls arund and faces him, amber eyes widening with shock. "I..." She begins, but is not sure what to say. Being alone for so long leaves her with little socializing capabilities. Stepping back, she slips a hand to the knife at her hip as a precaution. "I'm...curious."

And tired of being alone, She thinks.

Though, with her wardrobe he will most likely assume she is a raider, which is true, but she's not like most of them. As raiders come, she only raids what she needs, not what she wants. She avoids attacking innocent people, but that does not stop them from accusing her of actions she is not taking.

"I'm...I'm Annie..." She introduces herself and wipes some grime and dust off her face. The girl is in need of a bath, smelling of dirt and sweat in her raggedy clothes. Her posture is like that of prey, ready to be eaten easily in the wild, but being alive is proof that she is not as weak as she appears.