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Drew eventually awkwardly chose to walk away, hearing more voices that he definitely did not recognize. Ugh, if any more people came here, the food stores would barely last a week.

Smiling, he says, "Good! I could use a shower." He hums happily, and moves to the stairs. Seeing another man, he says cheerfully, "Howdy! Name's Rolen, if ya don't mind I'm gonna hop in the shower!"

Drew turned to look at him, frowning. "Who the hell are you?" He asked. "I haven't seen you here before." He leaned against the wall with a grunt, his side still paining him.

With a frown, Rolen answers, "Just toldya, pal. Rolen." Pointing to the man's side, he asks, "What's up with you? Take a hit?"

He heads to his room, bars the door from the inside, and curls up on the floor and falls asleep.

He narrowed his eyes. "What happened to me...is not business of yours." He informed him sharply. He walked past, hair flowing out behind him, still a silken curtain hiding scars on his neck from his awful survival techniques.

Skylar peered st the unknown man. She tried to understand what was happening but she couldn’t hear their conversation. She walked to the unknown man in practiced steps, and walking at ease. She quickly grabbed his axe, and twisted his arm behind his back. She pressed the tip of her katana at the middle of his back. “Who are you and why do you want to know about our supplies?” She growled, not taking any chances.

Surprised, but not un-prepared, he turns and brings his body closer to hers. Holding her sword arm in between them, he smiles. "Mornin', Sleepin' Beauty!" he says, before releasing his axe. "I'm a bit new here, an' it seems you all are a bit harsh! I was just takin' stock, ya know. Nothin' ta worry about!"

Drew heard Skylar and turned, watching her with interest. He kept pressure on the oozing wound, unhappy about it.

Giving her a burst of strength, the symbiote allows Skylar to push violently against the man.

He walks out of his room, awake due to the loud fighting. "Whuzzgoinon?"

Rolen, surprised by the woman's strength, falls against the wall. He frowns, but decides that it's best to remain still.

She glared at him, and quickly rips her katana away from him. Skylar then looked him up and down. She backed away a bit, not liking their closeness. “Why should you be welcome here?” She asked, testing his sincerity.

"I need shelter, and a place to rest." he says, softly. "If you want, I'll be gone in the morning."

He stands, and moves to stand beside his axe. However, he doesn't touch it, or even move to grab it.

The symbiote suddenly flashes a burst of emotions, pain rolling through Skylar's head. Screams fill her mind, as the symbiote yells, "KILL HIM, KILL HIM, KILL HIM!"

She contemplated for a bit. “Anything done by you that threatens anyone in the group, you’re out.” She stood still, trying her hardest to block the symbiote from her head.

"Hey, what are you guys doing to Rolen?"

Drew still watched her. How interesting. That's just like what she told him, must be the rule in here.

Rolen nods, accepting the rule. She must be the leader around here, and Nelson must be the weapons guy. The other one... seems out of place. However, his mind drifts back to the woman's strength. Military training? Body builder?

"Fine by me, ma'am. You won't get no problem from me." he says, and grabs his axe. He moves past those who've assembled, and climbs the stairs to his room.

Locking the door, he sits on the bed. He can shower after a nap, he decides. He falls back, instantly asleep.