Not having anything to defend herself was more than a little unnerving. They'd yet to meet the leader of the tribe that was putting them up, even though they wre staying in his house. For all she knew, he had some bizarre morning ritual, and liked to stab people that interuppted it. That was kind of farfetched, but she'd ceased to be surprised by just how strange some people had gotten since the virus kicked in. Not that people hadn't been strange before, but watching everyone around them die had only made it worse.
Bishop met Jace's eyes when they stepped into the living room. He was right. It was weird. Like they'd stepped over in to some alternate dimension. Living in a shed with a couch had been startlingly normal for her. The fact that there were still people who owned end tables was eye opening. After spending so much time drifting, it was easy to forget that not everybody did. Some people still had roots, homes where they were not only comfortable, but safe. That must have been nice for them. With a crooked smile, she nodded. "Like we've crossed over into the Twilight Zone."
Her gaze slid past Jace, and rested on the man who had just appeared in the doorway. She took an instinctive step back, before realizing that this must be...Wolf. Yeah, that's what the other two had called. Bishop gave him a quick once over. He was tall, fit, and handsome, in a very classic kind of way. The fit part mattered more to her, however, since she survived by being able to case how quickly someone might be able to kick her ass. Still, he didn't look threatening. In fact, he looked pretty damn relaxed. That didn't make her any less wary. "Morning."