Natalie's gaze shifted over to you, an a low exhale escaped her lips.

It wasn't that she didn't enjoy your company; the fact she enjoyed it so much truly was unnerving to her — the vunerability it made her possess.

"We'll head left, and hope Lottie's weird...pagan bullshit gave us goodluck." she rasped out, hands on her shotgun — that she refused to let you use; as if you were a child.

Natalie began to walk forward, hunting for game.