It took the woman a second to lower the gun, her face intently focused on Evan for one reason or another. It would have been easy enough for him to reach to his belt and gather his shotgun, return the gesture with a working weapon, but he wanted to give this a little bit more time to play out. She looked relatively harmless, all things considered but Evan was living proof that looks could be deceiving.
When she took her eyes off him, he relaxed his stance a little bit more. And even more when she aimed the weapon at the wall. He chuckled when she pulled the trigger and shook his head. "Probably the reason it was left behind to begin with. It's rare to find a working weapon nowadays," he mused. He watched her toss it to the floor and wandered over to where it landed, leaning over to pick it up. "You could easily trade this, you know. I've gotten a lot of good shit from stuff I've raided, kept for myself then traded." Probably not the smartest thing to admit, but he'd done it nonetheless.
"Supposed to be," he mumbled a response. "But yeah. Pretty slim pickings. I'm supposed to loot until this bag is full, but they can kiss my ass," he seethed, his accent thickening a little bit in his frustration. What was it, a fucking scavenger hunt? "Whole place is pretty barren. Which would make sense since this is the third time I remember looting this place myself, so I can only imagine who else has…"