Florence followed the man with her gun until he explained himself. He appeared quite jittery and nervous - but also very kind. Florence was relieved by this and eventually lowered her gun once he asked to stay the night and offered to share his food with her. He seemed trustworthy enough, she would have to put some faith in him. It was either that or force him back down the fire escape, which she wasn't fond of. She wanted to help this man. It had been far too long since she had another human to converse with, share her thoughts and emotions with. She doubted this simple survivor could give her that kind of companionship, but at least he was someone to talk to. She just hoped he wasn't two timing her, and would rob her in her sleep. He appeared overly friendly but precautions had to be made. Nonetheless, she would trust him for the time being.

"Keep your food," she told him as she slung her rifle over her shoulder. "I don't have much but I have enough to last a few more days. I want you to keep your food," she gave the man a reassuring smile. As she pulled out a can of beef, which would be her dinner, she looked over at the man who was getting into his sweet corn. "I saw a group of survivors earlier. Are you with them?" she asked. "I'm Florence, by the way. Florence Matthews," she introduced herself, extending her free hand.