She stays silent.

The sound of a vehicle approaching soon became apparent.
Immediately, Alexs expression turned taut, alert. He drew the gun out from the waistband of his jeans.

She looks up.

He watched intently as the vehicle came to a stop. Slow, uneven footsteps were approaching; they seemed to hang in the air. At the sound of them, Alex frowned in surprise. If he didnt know any better...

"All right, who the hells here?" bellowed a familiar voice. "I dont like unexpected visitors, so you better come on out and show yourself. Cause Ive got a gun, and I am not happy."

Alexs shoulders relaxed as joy and relief leaped through him. "Cull!" he called, putting his gun away. "Cull, its me, Alex!"

Cully was peering into what used to be the rec room, a rifle held at the ready. He wore a sleeveless T-shirt and a pair of jeans that hid his prosthetic leg. At Alexs voice, he spun awkwardly, surprise overcoming his broad features. At first he simply stared, looking startled...and then he started to smile. "Alex? It is you!"

She pokes her head out the window, staring at this 'Cull' person.

Alex strode toward him, smiling broadly. He and Cully embraced, pounding each other on the backs. Even after the accident that had cost him his leg, the big southerner was as muscular as ever. Cully squinted his blue eyes as the two pulled apart, pretending to appraise Alex. He shook his head. "Youve gotten even uglier. How is it possible?"

"Hey, Im just trying to be like you," said Alex with a grin. "Cully, what are you doing here? We thought--" Suddenly he remembered the girl. Turning back to face her. Cully turned, too. His eyebrows flew up. "Well, looky here," he drawled. "Whos this pretty little thing?"

She glares at them both.

Both of them fall silent, waiting for her to say something

She doesn't say anything.

They continue to wait.