Sophie tightened her grip on backpack and scurried a bit closer to Sam and the group. She knew that the others were a bit concerned about bringing her along; weaponless and defenseless, Sophie was like a walking target. She would've grabbed a bat or even a stick but she was as likely to hit herself when in a confrontation.
She hummed softly to herself as she walked. It was a simple tune, a lullaby once hummed to her when she was small, and it brought comfort to her whenever she felt nervous or scared.