Totally envisioned a fenced in area. MY BAD, lol. Should've asked.
Noelle heard the voice and jumped a little bit, letting out a startled gasp. Thoughts like their surroundings didn't always occur to her. She supposed, all in all, it was a relatively new thing to have to deal with. But... the fact that the first thing that her mind jumped to was that it was a zombie—or whatever they were being called—behind her, was a sharp awakening to the fact that she should probably be more concerned.
Before he even spoke, she was already chastising herself for what he was saying.
"I... probably not," she immediately hushed her voice. If singing would alarm them, then talking probably would, too, right? She looked around. It was clear for right now—relatively speaking anyway—but that could change at any time. She laughed once, awkwardly, and chewed on her lip. "I've never been known for good decision making, though, if I'm being totally honest."
She'd just needed to get out of her room. Will hated when she played in there. He was way more cautious about going outside than she was. Honestly, sometimes, in moments when he complained or got terrified about leaving their room, she wondered how he hadn't gotten eaten yet. Not that they'd been here that long. Those moments didn't last long, though, and she always felt bad for having them. It wasn't like this was normal or anything. Right? So he had every right to be scared.
Laughing quietly—three soft sounds, she made sure—she put the guitar on her lap and closed her hands over the top of it. "So, uh... thanks for stopping me before I became chow." Another cursory glance made her thank her lucky stars she hadn't screwed up too badly.