[ She hums in acknowledgement to his response, remaining in the closet for a couple of minutes and then stepping out in a pair of faded jeans, some riding boots and a dark red and white plaid button up, a leather jacket slung over one arm. ]

Just a wanderer, aintcha?

[ She looks a little more contemplative as she steps over beside her bed to grab her rifle from where she leaned it against the wall. She puts on her jacket and slings her rifle across her back, stepping over to the door as she looks at him. ]

Wherever you decide to head next, keep an eye out for folks dressed in black n' red armor. You may be hard to find, but you're... interesting enough that they might look.