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Glancing around at all the new faces, Rowena took them all in. Three men and two women, from what she could tell. One of them was a little more distanced from the group, holding something close to her chest. After a minute or so Rowena was able to safely identify whatever it was as a baby, the realization causing her smile to dim. There was a baby here. That put this group at an instant disadvantage. While the wrath of a mother protecting her child was all but wondrous, the child itself put them in a bad situation. Babies were by nature incredibly egotistical and loud, which would be fine if there weren't walkers eager to devour anything that caught their attention. Rowena was about to ask something about the baby when she saw a man reach out towards Themistocles. Her jaw clenched as she watched the hand extend without a word, fingers tightening their hold on the collar. But the dog didn't seem to mind the new thing that presented itself in front of his nose, carefully sniffing the hand. After having done so, the dog decided this human was alright and yawned, licking its chops before happily looking back up to his owner. Rowena relaxed, rubbing behind the dog's ears before glancing at the man then back to the other people in the room. She didn't say anything because technically the man hadn't touched the dog. Allowing Themistocles to familiarize himself with these people would be good, in case they were lost and needed to found, or just so the dog wouldn't be too tense.
Rowena watched as a man with light hair and light eyes seemed to have some kind of interaction with the mother. She heard him says something about him having a child and clicked her tongue in distaste, her first gesture of the day that indicated she wasn't always all smiles and playful jokes. "Do you now, love? Daddy-dearest only finding out now?" She murmured the words under her breath, finding there was a silent dislike building for the man now. Rowena was a little biased though, her own parents conceiving her in an unplanned moment, just like she now guessed this man and the woman had. She could be wrong though, so she didn't say anything horrid. Rather, she leaned back against a wall, Themistocles sitting at her feet.

@josephb @Tex
Ah.. I addressed everyone that's in the house. Or at least the people I think are in the house right now...'s why I tagged yall...sorry if I got it wrong
Not fazed by the man clearing his throat and his tone, Rowena relaxed her stance and flashed another grin. "Wonderful. I'll head on in then. Don't touch the dog though, yeah? He's a good boy but he's been rather tense lately. Don't want him taking a bit out of your hand now, do you?" Rowena chuckled, looping two fingers under the dog's thick collar just in case. In the time she'd spent with her dog since the outbreak, she hadn't ever been around living people. Just walkers. So this would be interesting and it would be testing just how much of herself she'd lost, how much of her personality had been altered by the outbreak. Keeping her guard up she made her way to the house, shoulders back and pipe still against her shoulder with her fingers tight around it if she needed to swing.
Upon entering the house, Rowena looked around, taking in the environment. The interior of the house was definitely nicer than the sewers and despite the boarded-up windows, there was still a hint of charm to the whole place. It was only then that she registered that there were in fact other people inside the house. She opted for addressing them warmly but not for relinquishing her hold on either her weapon or her partner in crime. "Hello there. I come in pieces," she said, lowering her voice by a few octaves and raising a hand, splitting four fingers into two in a classic peace symbol.

@Solace @josephb @Belle
@alexfangtalon Ah well she lives further up the highway and gets into the sewers through an open manhole located at a construction site. She's scavenged about half of her area, keeping what's left there for emergencies or others that might be coming from the opposite direction. She lives in the general sewer system and has only two exit/entrances.
Uh... sure. I didn't really think of where to put other that 'further up the highway'. I guess so? As for her being wary, I did point out that she was in the beginning- it's why she tried to look non-threatening (or at least take a non-threatening approach and tone) and called her dog closer. She did reflect on what would happen if she wasn't cautious. Or maybe she's just absolutely bonkers and doesn't care :D
@josephb Hey would it be alright if I make my character a bit older?
@LPFan No, dude relax. They're just joking around.
@Solace@tex

Guise guise. It's up to the GM so like...in the end, it doesn't even matter.

It didn't take much to understand that at least one person in the group wasn't happy with her sudden presence. If they wanted her to go, supposing they didn't have enough space for her or something along those lines, she'd go. No need for inconveniencing people, especially if she'd be relatively fine on her own. She probably looked insane too, with a dusty red Yankees baseball cap, black military boots, camo pants and a gray sweater that had 'Let it Gogh' printed on it in painfully large letters. The bloody pipe she had against her shoulder didn't help either, she was sure. Nor did the hair pulled into a messy ponytail or the smear of mud along her cheek. But Rowena didn't make assumptions about their situation yet and knew better than to assume she'd be judged solely on her appearance, stopping a few feet in front of the man who'd addressed her and smiling in response to the question. "Oh no, mister. Just taking the dog for a walk, you see. Looking for something that isn't soup to eat, someone that doesn't want to eat me to talk to," Rowena said, her Scottish accent sharp. She eyed the man over before glancing at the rest of the people, then to the house they were by. Much more comfortable than the sewers, but not necessarily safer. "Is that where everyone's going to stay? That'd make us neighbors," she said happily. Human company would be nice. "Anything I can help with?" Rowena felt it'd be rude of her to just barge into this little group and demand a place in it, but offering help wouldn't hurt, she was sure. In this mess not accepting a little help wouldn't be smart the woman thought as she shifted her weight, keeping a hand at the dog's neck.

@Solace
@Ambra Understandable. I'm just saying.
@josephb I don't mind making my character somewhat older if it makes a difference now.
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