Lucky continued to stare questioningly forward as she listened to the soft ruffle of the girl's clothes. She was bending for something, picking something up from the ground-- as it sounded. Blue grew increasingly tempermental as the female picked up a weapon and seemed to hold it, though in a more... 'This comforts me' and less 'I'm going to attack you' way. Settling his fur, Blue glanced to his companion and then back to the other female. The girl spat back the same question, only causing Lucky to smile a little and release her hold on her weapon. Bringing her hand back forward, she let her hands hang loose at her sides in a less threatening way. "You sound so young," Lucky said thoughtfully, though for now avoiding the girl's question. Perhaps it was easier to not know who the girl was- that way, if she died it wouldn't mean anything to her. Gunshots again, sounding off fairly close; but this time she did not flinch. She did not hear the familiar sound of bullets whistling through the air anywhere near her, so the distant sound was just an encouragement to get her to move on from speaking with the stranger. It was then that the sound of struggling footsteps caught her attention, but as always her eyes remained focused on the black blur that was Elsie's figure through Lucky's eyes.
"Try anything and I will put a bullet in your brain. Now, do you know of any usable or in-tact vehicles in the area?" Lucky remained silent, though she did turn to look toward the sound of the boy's voice- and it was a boy, a young boy, by the sound of it. The black mass that was the figure was half swallowed by snow, causing her to gauge him to be fairly shorter than herself. "Well?" Irritation. Exasperation. Annoyance. Lucky resisted the urge to smile, because such demands from a child used to be comical... but in today's society- it was a genuine threat. Children felt the need to show off, act bigger, needless kill others in order to make themselves feel safe. A side effect of growing up in a world of crime and disasters. Blue looked to the boy as well, questioning him with a confused tilt of his head (only momentarily forgetting to snarl toward Elsie). The other girl answered the boy, informing him that she had no idea where to find a vehicle, and proceeding to ask if he was the one that shot everyone.
Lucky was already beginning to turn away from the scene when a third stranger approached. Their footfalls were quick and precise, with purpose and intent. It made her uncomfortable, and again she began to tense. The voice proved to belong to a man as he asked what the child thought he was doing. This struck Lucky as strange- for all she knew, the child was throwing out threats and asking for a ride out of the hell hole they were in. She shifted her gaze toward the other voice and was about to open her mouth to say something when she heard the sound of footsteps coming from just behind her. "If I recall, having five people in one place makes it a party..." Her voice was lighthearted and soft as she stared off into the distance, unable to make out the figure of the person (Korbyn) from the dark background it stood against. Through her eyes, the area was a choppy blur of snow and buildings, with a possible human somewhere in there. The only thing that gave his presence away was his slow and consistent breathing. She turned back towards Elsie, whose body was on a background of white. "I do not know where any cars are, as you can see I am following a dog... Dogs have little use for vehicles." The statement wasn't directed at Elsie, rather toward the boy... even still, Lucky continued to stare off in her general direction. Looking without seeing. "We... That is, Blue and I, are heading to Japan. I would very much like to get there, with my head still on my shoulders." She adds the last part as she turns her unseeing gaze in the direction of the shortest blob, and presumably the child.