Nightingale as she followed her caravan was deeply in through and having a pleasant day dream when she heard someone try to speak to her, turning around slowly to get the voice as she gazed out from behind her goggles she noticed a man who they were passing by. A total stranger from a separate caravan filled with Slaves by the look of it trying to speak to a faceless young woman with a gun hanging from her hip and shoulder? there was only one reason why this man would be speaking to her also being one of the only woman around by what she can see. though the woman decided to play along with what he was intending for now and act nice to this stranger, the girl held her hand out for a handshake to greet him properly.
"Hello there, The name's Nightingale, I see we are passing each other by on the road, good to see some people can still look out for themselves around here" She replied to the man.