She laid back down and looked up at the cloud. "I mean, if you squint it looks like Dutch. It looks more like... a duck with a hat, if you ask me." She tilted her head a bit to the left. "Yeah, a duck with a hat."

He narrowed his eyes. "No, it really doesn't. Did you wear glasses at some point? Because I think you need some." He teased, glaring at her.

"No, I didn't, thank you very much." She huffed, smacking him lightly on the arm. "And I think you might be the one who needs glasses, because that does not look like Dutch."

He huffed childishly and turned his back on her. Which was just rolling on his side but it's the thought that counts.

Mercy was leading the way slowly and silently through the woods, an arrow already notched in her bow. She paused every so often to listen and look for tracks, but so far they had caught a rabbit and that was all. She had been hoping for a deer but she wasn't opposed to whatever they could find. She crept forward through the forest, the dappled sunlight painting the back of her silky green shirt. She looked ahead and was just able to make out a medium sized burrow opening under the roots of a tree, about big enough for a large coyote to fit in. She put her back to a tree trunk and tilted her head at him. "That looks like it could be something." She whispered, nodding her head toward the burrow. "We could easily be able to smoke it out, see if it's worth catching. If it's anything at all." She suggested, waiting for his opinion. She had been adjusting well to life in the woods; it had been... close to a month? She hadn't been counting.

Luke was trailing a little behind and to her left, watching out more behind them than she was. She'd proved to be quite the tracker for barely a month in the woods. He had his rifle strung over his shoulder, a hand holding onto the tough brown leather strap and the fabric of the backpack he was carrying to make sure they could carry stuff back if they found anything.

He looked off from the trees and at her when she slowed down, he tipped his head, looking at the burrow. He slipped the gun off of his shoulder, kneeling down. He took his pack off and fished around for a smoke bomb- which he pulled out quickly. He tossed he pack back on and grabbed the rifle. He gestured with it and motioned for her to stay back as he crouched down and crept toward the burrow-looking hide. He waved to catch her attention, asking if she was ready. He quickly undid the clip and tossed it into the burrow, taking a dozen or so paces back, cocking and aiming at the burrow's entrance before he heard coughing. He glanced at Mercy, then back at the burrow and reaffirming his grasp on the weapon. Til a girl came out, tripping, coughing and on all fours. She appeared to barely notice they were there because she was trying to get out of the smoke. Luke didn't quite recognise her, it looked like she had ..burns on her face? Like the skin had shriveled there(haha decay), he couldn't see such very well. M "Don't shoot! Don't shoot-" she rasped through coughs. He lowered his weapon slightly. "Mary?" He called, sidestepping to see her face better through the cloud of smoke. She flinched at his voice, possibly a wince? And looked up at him. M "Luke?" She said quietly, standing up slowly, her hands raised as she stepped a little closer.

Mercy had her bowstring pulled to her jaw, glaring at the girl. "Who are yo-?" She started to growl, pausing at their recognition. She took in the girl's rough appearance and immiediately had the urge to send an arrow through her skull. She shook her head, stepping closer to Luke in a sort of 'Still here' sort of way. "You know her?" She glanced at him, her string still ready to send an arrow through one of the new arrival's eyes. She had that sort of tense pose that made it look like she was about to kill something or someone. She never took her eyes off the girl, taking in the burned skin near her face. That was... not promising. She relaxed her bow to half her pull, waiting for an answer.

The silence after they realized they knew each other was a little deafening, his rifle clicked as he lowered it ever so slightly. He looked at Mercy. "Hey, remember when we were talking about the last time we were 'with' someone?" He said with a slightly excited twitch. He looked back at the girl. "You're not infected, right?" He asked, raising the rifle a little. She nodded aggressively. M "I'm clean." She pulled up her sleeves and showed around her neck. "Are you armed?" She shook her head. M "I ran out of ammo so I've been hiding down there for a while, I don't have any good gear really- I was raided in my old place not too long ago and it was overrun with Misteds so I..I hid." She said coyly(in other words; lyingly), he lowered the rifle and uncocked it, looking at Mercy for a moment. "This is Mary." He gestured to the blonde, who was a couple inches shorter than Mercy, pale with brown eyes and had long-ish nails. He didn't tell the girl his companion's name, seeing as she probably would want to say it herself if she was actually gonna say it. She lowered her hands, antsy, she slipped into a more shaded area closer to Luke. He left the rifle in his hand. "Sorry about the smoke, we were hunting and thought the hole there might have something more edible." He said in a bit of a loud tone, Mary's face twitched a little and she stepped back, nervously fidgeting.

"Oh. Goodie." She said, doing nothing to hide her unenthusiasm. Apparently it slipped by him unnoticed. She kept her bow at half pull, staring at the girl as if she were planning ten ways to throw her back in the burrow. She watched the girl skeptically as she tried to pull off her little coy routine and glanced at Luke, expecting to see her feelings mirrored on his face. She raised her eyebrows at how easily he fell for it. God, men. Her fingers tensed as Mary stepped closer, pulling her bow back a bit. Before releasing it and letting it hang at her side. "Yeah. Guess we picked the wrong hole." She put on a bright smile and pulling her shoulders back, making herself seem bigger, and therefore more intimidating. She took a few quick steps forward and held her hand out for a handshake. "Im Mercy. It's nice to meet you, Mary. I'm sure you have some great stories about Luke, huh?" She raised her voice slightly, seemingly innocent to Luke. Every part of her she could possibly use to radiate hostility, she did.

He glanced between the two girls, his eyes narrowed at Mercy, he could see the suspicion but couldn't bring himself to wonder exactly why seeing as how it was perfectly reasonable to have been burnt along the road. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she bristled up like a brave bear or something. Mary was mostly fooled by this charade, unfazed by the change in posture, seeing it more as.. as something she didn't really know. She reached out and shook Mercy's hand, her fingers were twitching every few moments- one at a time- as they touched. It increased as Mercy's voice got louder, a soft tip of her head and a few tense neck muscles got her through the agitation for the moment. Enough to force out hospitible words. M "Oh you betcha, he used to play football, crazy its been so long." She said, starting to shrink back a little as they were stood in the sun. She dropped Mercy's hand and stepped back into the shade. "If you want you can follow us back to our base?" He glanced at Mercy, hoping it was okay, since Mary already was nodding yes.