She was nearly back to her stuff when she stopped. Eyebrow raised as she stared at the back of some guy hunched over her stuff. That wasn't even remotely okay. Just because it was the end of the world it did not mean people had a right to forgo manners. If that were the case these safehouses would be well beyond pointless; they'd be as chaotic on the inside as the world was outside.
It was only when the light glinted off something metallic dangling his fingers that her annoyance really flared. How dare him. That was her mother's and he had no right to be touching it. No one had any right to touch it if they weren't family and even then she was pretty protective of the gold locket. As it were she only ever took it from the pocket when it was the anniversary of her mother and sisters passing.
Picking up her pace across the room George tried to remain calm enough that she didn't draw his attention by running at him screaming. When she finally came up behind him she stopped and tapped him on the shoulder. She waited just long enough for him to turn toward her to some degree before she hauled off and threw a punch aimed at his cheek. "That's mine you larcenist pig."