Offer

Emma stood still, keeping herself at a safe distance. If this man chose to strike, she didn't want to be too close and become an easy target. His question perplexed her, though. "You actually...survived this crash?" She asked, glancing around at the destroyed plane. "I just got here, so no, I have no clue if anyone aside from you survived."

It was the honest truth and could be seen in her gaze and posture. She was, however, very curious about the man before her. "How did you survive, though?" She asked, crossing her arms beneath her breasts as she watched him. He didn’t have any threatening posture, just as herself, but it was never positive if one could be trusted, so she was staying alert.

Clearing her throat, slightly hunched out of nervousness, Emma continued. “If you need help, I might be able to offer it, but I don’t have much…” She admitted, gesturing to her pack, which wasn’t even partially full at the moment. The shotgun strapped to her back was currently useless because of the lack of ammo she had. The only things she really had to protect herself were an old military knife and her machete, which was dull as fuck.