Isaac caught the motion out of the corner of his eye before he heard her speak, and as she approached he honestly wasn't sure if she was a shuffler or not. She was frail and skinny and pale. Something about her just didn't look right. His hand inched its way to where his gun was tucked, ready to take her out if she tried to take a bit out of him. But then she spoke. Far as anyone knew, the zombies didn't talk. So she was just sickly looking all on her own. Awesome.
"Nope, I'm good. Just waiting for a friend," he said, eyeing her carefully. If she was one of the junkies the Capitol always warned about, he could understand the reason. She looked like she would snap in half at any moment and her voice set off the red alerts to 'crazy as hell'. He hoped that Clover hadn't fallen this far in her addiction, but maybe she had if she didn't want him seeing her.
"So, you come here often?" He asked, his tone light. The knife strapped to her thigh wasn't lost on him, but maybe if he kept her talking she'd be less likely to stab him. He was having some pretty bad luck with women pulling knives on him lately.