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Drat, she thought. So I do get to look like a complete idiot...

The blush on her face was pretty red. "Well, that sounds pretty bad." She shrugged. "Not like it was mine to begin with, and no one's going to be missing it..."

She peeked into one of the windows, checking on all of the boxes and crates she had piled in there. He hadn't quite answered her about whose house that was up ahead, and she didn't want to seem desperate for a place to stay. She did have quite a lot of supplies though - crates of clean water in 2 gallon cartons, non perishable food, clothes, batteries, all the first aid kits she could find at the school where she had worked, even a spare gas powered generator from one of the maintenance sheds.

Hearing a car pull up next to them, she turned around and looked up to see a guy poking his through the sunroof of his car, asking if they needed help. Again, she tensed up, and wondered how she was running into so many people within a span of minutes, relaxing only when she noticed a woman with him in the car. So, probably not dangerous.

Bridget shrugged. "Unless you have a whole new engine with you, chances are no," she said, trying not to look embarrassed.