Post Apocalyptic Manhattan

[Its ok Footless, Ive had that happen before, no worries. :)]

Mark nodded and pulled his hand back, sliding both of them into his pockets. "I figured so, I just got a little defensive when I heard noises in there" Mark nudged his head towards the door. "Sadly you always need to be on your toes now, its hard to tell who will wanna kill you on the spot, or who will be willing to actually talk.... or who will be trigger happy" Mark rolled his eyes.
He's had plenty encounters with trigger happy people, and has gotten in many 'fight to the deaths' with them as well.

Seeing as everything was happening pretty well, Frankie began to loosen up a little more. Mark seemed like he was no threat to him at all, which was nice."Alright Mark, since we're here now, why don't we go see if we can find some food somewhere else. I'm starting to get pretty hungry too, and I'm not sure how long I can last without it" Frankie said snickering as he looked back at the antique shop one more time. He wondered were Schuit was. If he still was in the Antique shop watching, spying on Frankie again. Or if he had managed to sneak out from the back of the building. No matter, Frankie had a feeling they'll meet again. Frankie focused his attention back on Mark."Perhaps you would want to lea the way? I haven't found much luck with this city. It may be barren, but even a trained eye would have difficulty locating anything around here now."