Freya's eyes narrowed again slightly, "Fine. But if you make any moves I don't like and I'll put you down in a heartbeat" she replied before kicking off from the edge of the roof and disappearing out of sight. She pulled out a metal pole which she'd wedged into the handle of the roofs door before tossing it aside, walking through and down the stairs to the second floor, passing some bodies of infected she'd killed earlier as she made her way to the back entrance to the building. She usually worked alone and hadn't travelled with a soul for a very long time, so it stood to fair reason why she would be slightly hostile towards others. She didn't trust this man, nor did she care for his life. But if he was willing to put himself close to her kind of danger then so be it, he'd either die or make himself useful.