With all the excessive noise and crashing coming from the side of the building, Florence grew quite alarmed, grabbing onto her rifle and approaching the top of the ladder, only to see a survivor struggling to make his way to the top. She was unsure whether to be relieved or feel in danger. She had met a fair share of kind people during her travels, as well as some vile human beings who cared only for their survival and didn't mind putting a bullet in you, to get whatever you had. Florence had to be cautious. She wouldn't shoot him down but she definitely wasn't going to let him get too close without an explanation. She had never had anyone up on the rooftop with her. Her supplies and bedding were sprawled out, making it easy for the survivor to take something if he really wanted to. 

Once the survivor made it to the top of the ladder and hoisted himself onto the concrete of the building, Florence had the barrel of her gun inches from his nose. She really hated to be hostile like this but, at such a time as this, there was no such thing as being too careful. She really hoped that he was an honest man and meant her no harm - she was in desperate need for human interaction. The man appeared distraught, his face flushed from colour. Florence wondered what she looked like to him before she spoke. "Who are you? What is your business here?"