Ginger's lips quirked into a genuine smile, but it seemed little sly if inspected closely."I couldn't agree more. Surprised they're alive, honestly." He stated, shrugging his shoulders as he continued into the house. "I'm Ginger." He said, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped around the decomposing corpse. "We don't really have an assigned leader... But I usually [i]let[i] Jack take the lead." He said as he shrugged, a small snicker escaping his lips. He was growing fond of Donna, she seemed to be the most sensible person he had met during this apocalypse.