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In spite of how late it was getting in the day and the fact that they would need to get back for roll call soon, Rook wasn't quite done with exploring the area. After all, there was still light left in the sky, which meant he still had plenty of time to scavenge the area for supplies. Lucky for him, he even had his friend, Cecil, tagging along. Or rather, who he might have dragged along.

"I haven't gone in this direction yet, I kind of want to see if its been picked clean by the vultures yet." Who knows, they might even get lucky and find some useful s**t. Or something else just as interesting. "You coming, Ce?"

Alex and Sho had already headed back to their faction, while she remained in the area, still picking up random items. Nothing note worthy, but they may come in handy later.

It was then she noticed two familiar faces headed off in a direction she was surprised they were headed. Stuffing the item into her bag, the red head was silent as she trailed the two of them, not announcing her presence until she was standing right behind them.

"Why are you both headed in my factions direction?"

"Ah!" The punch was enough to send Cecil shuffling forward a few steps, a hand at his back. He smiled at Rook regardless, reaching out to ruffle his hair as he walked passed. "Come on, I was joking. Why are tiny people so angry?"

But before he could get an answer there was a voice that spoke up that didn't belong to either of them. If that wasn't enough to startle Cecil the shout that Rook let out immediately after was. He jumped with a yell of his own, taking hold of the smaller man as he jumped into his arms and held him tight as he spun around to face the danger.....that turned out to not be danger at all.

"Oh..." His expression spelled out nine kinds of awkward in bold neon letters as he shifted to place Rook back on his feet. "We were just....exploring a bit."

There may have been a low growl of frustration rumbling deep in Rook's throat as he glared at the woman, vaguely aware of when Cecil set him down on his feet. "Who said we were even going to your area anyways, maybe we were going--" he looked both ways and pointed in a random direction, opposite of where she had mentioned her faction being located. "--that way. In fact, we were totally going that way, right Cecil?" He elbowed the taller man, but his glare was still fixed on Brie.

Brie snorted, knowing full well that Rook did in fact intend to go in that direction. "Nice try, Einstein. I heard you say it. Plus, your lying sucks. Don't rely on it." Rook received a sneer in return, before her attention was focused back on Cecil.

"I wasn't worried about you causing any harm. Besides, you too are pretty skittish." Not that she had any room to talk, since one undying usually had her jumping out of her skin. "I'm more concerned that the rest of my group might take it badly. You know, since we are in separate groups and what not." They were all treating the Harbinger's tasks like a huge competition after all. Whoever gets the weapon survives the apocalypse. All that jazz.

"Pft, yeah right." Brie added. "I doubt lasers would be possible for him. Its more likely that his face will just get stuck like that."

There was a light chuckle in response to Brie calling them skittish, but really could anyone blame them? "You may be right. I can't say that I have enjoyed what I have stumbled upon so far." The body in the Staples for one. He could have gone without seeing that. Even now it made him want to heave but he managed to shoo the thought away as quickly as it came.

"We understand," Cecil spoke the word slowly hoping Rook would let it absorb. "Its hard to be trusting nowadays."

He couldn't help but roll his eyes at Rook, placing a hand on the smaller man's head to rough up his hair. "Well, you'll get a degree in life yet except I can't say that I am happy to know it would be third degree murder, you Knucklehead."

"Well I can tell you now, we were not going there." Clearly, Rook had the similar feeling, only in Brie's case, he'd see her more as the bratty sister type. "Seriously, how many times am I going to have to say it?"

Cecil's light ruffling of his hair was somewhat acknowledged as he crossed his arms over his chest and grumbled his displeasure. He was starting to pipe down a little, sort of. Deciding that arguing with the woman wasn't even worth it--but then of course, she just had to go and say that.

"Oh why you little--" He snarled, taking an angry step towards her.

Rook didn't receive an answer, as she ignored him completely, and on purpose. Somehow she had a feeling that might just irritate the orange haired brat further. Good.

When Rook angered at her other comment, and stepped towards her, only to be held back by Cecil, Brie moved forward, swatting him on the nose like you would a pet when they misbehaved. "Temper, temper." It appeared that the friendly giant had his hands full with this one.

"I guess that's fair enough." She admitted, knowing full well they had more important things to deal with, then their petty banter. Especially if they were to come across the giant eye again. "Seriously though, be careful. Your pet monkey knows as well as I do, that giant eye was bad news. Don't hang around it if you see it."