Travis admired the girls handiwork on the dead walker, she was dangerous that one. After following her inside and taking in the house he looked at her and thought [i]"Out of all of the places in the city why would she stay here?"[/i] When she set her gun down alarms went off inside Travis' head. "Why didn't you shoot me back there?" He asked setting his AR-15 down next to her pistol and pulling his own pistol out of his inner coat pocket and cocking back the slide and setting it down. He doubted the girl would understand what he meant by unloading the gun and setting it down but if she did then she would understand he's being peaceful. The last thing Travis set down was his backpack. He leaned against the wall and took a look at the girl again, she was dirtier than those orphans the TV commercials show you to sponsor a child in Africa, he was gonna have to find her some new threads, maybe take her to the mall off of the city center. He chuckled aloud at these thoughts like it was a funny joke, because it kinda was taking the girl to the mall like it was a normal day in suburbia.