#9

Evelyn knew that her survival and well-being would become inextricably linked to Scarlett's; they were a team now. If she felt so strongly about something, it would be unwise to rebuke her suggestion as it would end up creating a power-struggle dynamic. She had to get used to democracy if the group was to grow larger and attract people of good moral character. The bikers seemed to make a good point about siphoning gas but it was still not enough to ameliorate her worries. However, once the man who had surrendered his weapon piped up with an offer of food, shelter and safety, she felt that it would be against her own survival instinct to reject this group.

"Get in." she called out, flashing her lights at the lance-wielding man and beckoning him over. 

She retracted her gun-bearing arm back into the car and put the safety on before gently placing it at her feet. She'd need quick access to it in case anything went wrong. Although she was beginning to feel more relaxed around this group at Scarlett's insistence, she couldn't afford to become complacent.

"Alright, let's see how this goes." she said to the bikers. "There's space in the back for two bikes but one of you is gonna have to ride along side us."