She sets her jaw and tilts it up. "One that thinks they're alone on an island?" Deirdre suggests, still refusing to back down. He doesn't seem dangerous, but that's no reason to stop posturing.
Taking her eyes off him for a moment, she glances around. There's more of them? Makes sense, she supposes. She's not exactly got the odds stacked on her to survive a plane crash. If she made it through, plenty of others should have, too. Still...
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Taking her eyes off him for a moment, she glances around. There's more of them? Makes sense, she supposes. She's not exactly got the odds stacked on her to survive a plane crash. If she made it through, plenty of others should have, too. Still...
She looks Arthur up and down. "You walk first."