"You sure know how to compliment a lady." Despite her wry words, she looks somewhat amused, following after him, with her arms crossed. She's used to comments like that--None of the guys spared her ego about her appearance, and over the course of their journey across the south, a lot of things had happened to ruin said appearance. Not permanently, luckily, but it was a lot of blows to her ego.

"I don't know how alright I can look, here." She mumbled, toeing a piece of glassware that had fallen off the table at some point. All these homes were so eerie. "It's not like they give us access to safe places to bath and do our hair and makeup." She paused. She really didn't want to admit she was alone here, not right now, anyway. And not to this stranger. "And there are sounds at night, when you're trying to sleep. I can hear them in the fields, I think. I hope it's just the fields."

She shrugged. "It's a lot of shit going on. But you just got to ride it out. That's what we're here for, I guess. Price we pay for having all that fancy shit at the Capitol."