She watched as he settled himself down, placing his own guns next to hers before leaning back against the wall. Her brow furrowed slightly as he asked her why she hadn't shot him and really, she could only answer with the truth. "I hadn't noticed you while I was running and you were already aiming at me when I turned around... I thought that if I drew my gun, you would probably shoot me before I had time to aim it... especially since I'm not a very good shot" she replied. She noticed he didn't have anything comfortable to sit or lay on and took a few of her own blankets as well as a couch cushion before passing them over. "Here, you'll want these" she said before she moved about her own blankets and cushions till it reformed her previous den, minus the things she'd given to him. "Why didn't you shoot me?" she asked eventually, "You could have just taken my stuff and carried on going" she said as she looked up at him from her seated position. He was a large man, well, larger than the usual adults she'd known and seen; he looked mean though there was something else there, something that was softer beyond the wall of mean he seemed to present.