"It's no problem," Olivia reassured Shawn with a half smile. She had enjoyed her morning so far. Sitting down to breakfast and coffee with Shawn, conversing casually, it was nice. It felt normal, almost. Well, as normal as it could get with both of them taking their time and making sure to move in a way so as not to appear threatening to the other.

After quickly and silently debating what to tell Shawn, she decided the truth couldn't hurt. Olivia told him, "I thought I might try doing some fishing today if my boat works, or if another does. There might not be much out there with the cold, but maybe I'll get lucky and get something anyway."

After a bit more of silent argument, Olivia asked Shawn if he had a map of the area. He did. A rough draft he had sketched out. After studying his map for a bit and recalling pieces from her own, Olivia added some more to Shawn's map, marking the department store she had found the previous day. He seemed excited by the prospect, and that's when Olivia decided to excuse herself.

"Well," she started as she stood up slowly, her eyes on Shawn's face for more reasons then one. "I think it's time I get going, Shawn. Thank you for the coffee, and again for the conversation. Guess I might see you around." Olivia took her leave and headed back to her boat. All the while her head swum with what she should do next. Should she leave altogether? Should she stay? Shawn knew where she was camping out. What if his friendliness had all been a ruse to try to lull her into a false sense of security? What if he was really a nice guy? Olivia could potentially miss the chance to actually have a companion of sorts. Maybe even a friend. All this and more she debated as she fished, having gotten her boat working. Eventually Olivia made her decision.

Toward late evening Olivia returned to the dock with a couple of fish. After an initial bit of bumpiness, she managed to get the boat in place and tied it to the dock. Olivia sat on the deck cleaning the fish she had caught and wondered if Shawn was having any luck with his scavenging and if he had found the department store she had told him about. Having debated with herself for hours about what to do, Olivia had decided to stay at the docks and wondered if her 'neighbor' might do the same. She hoped Shawn might come back soon. Part of Olivia--the part of her that was still really girly--couldn't help but think that Shawn's handsom face was definitely a nice change of pace from the rotting Walkers, but even the conversation and pleasantries alone were far better than what she could have hoped for. Olivia continued to clean her fish, humming quietly to herself as she watched the dock.