Tim kept starring at the couple across the way. The two seemed anxious of each other...well more one than the other. As the male walked closer, Volk got an idea in his head "Maybe they are friendly, no shooting so far and to be honest I could do with the company. If I am lucky they might have some food worth sharing and a place worth staying at. A bit optimistic but anything at this point is worth trying granted the possible outcomes. But maybe I should move closer and get a little more detail on the situation." Using the cars as cover and crawling here and there and remaining low to the ground making next to no noise as possible and praying to his ancestors he would not be spotted or shot he moved in quietly and as close to them as he could till their conversation as understandable he caught a caught a portion of the conversation "I'm Emma. Nice to meet you."

The boy moved up to Emma ever so slowly almost paranoid as anybody would be in this world at this point. The gun in his hand drew his attention at first. "Glock 34 17 round magazine, 9mm round, easy to conceal and easy to use." thought Volk. The boy dropped his guard and thankfully his shaky hand that held the gun. He reached out and shook Emma's Hand "I'm Dean." The kid wasn't triggering any signs of distrust so far or possible wanting for mugging / killing. "Maybe these two are friendly, this is my only chance and I may as well take it. Hell or high water I need to make some friends traveling by myself is getting dangerous and I need friends." Making sure his weapons are put away and out of reach so as not to come off as threatening he sighs and raises his hands and slowly starts standing up. "Do not shoot, I mean no harm, just saw ya both across the way and listened in long enough to hear your names. The names Timothy Volk, friends call me Wolfie, granted if I knew where the hell they went, How do you do?" said Volk in a calm measured manner.