Sepphy was blissfully unaware of the sniper danger she'd been in, and when she abruptly had a gun in her face, she crossed her eyes as she eyed the barrel, then re-focused past the gun at the angry man who was brandishing it. She didn't step back, or try to duck away from the gun. She stayed right where she was, not faltering. It wouldn't be the first time that Persephone had been threatened, and it was entirely possible there was just a little something wrong with her. Mentally, she was doing just fine in this whole zombie apocalypse thing. Not just scraping by or learning how to move ahead, she'd kept right on rolling, not missing a stride.
It made her less afraid than she very likely should have been, on a number of levels. And quite possibly just a little stupid in her choices.
"I did not," she answered his question. "I'm here to tutor one of the members of your camp. Skittish, seems scared a lot, seems to be very far behind in spelling, reading, all that. I told him I would come help," she explained, reaching up to tap the strap of her backpack. She also adjusted the umbrella, so it was covering him as well, what with it being all rainy out.
"Is everything okay?" she asked. "You seem..." she scrunched up her nose as her head canted to the side, considering her wording. "...stressed?" Then she nodded. "Stressed. Want some chocolate? I brought some to share with the young man in question. You can have mine."