After Lukas opened the door Milah would step inside, put Cocky down, and let the pup off his leash.
The pub was turned into a studio apartment of sorts, and as the room slowly began to light up Milah would turn around in time to notice Lukas lighting some candles.
"My palace, such as it is. Who needs power?"
"Yeah, a palace, sure.." she said sarcastically before leaping up and over the bar.
There were still unopened bottles on the shelves behind the bar and after scanning them for a moment she'd grab a small unopened bottle of Hennessy and then take a seat on a stool in the corner across from where Lukas stood.
As Milah sipped on her Hennessy she'd watch Cocky sniff the sleeping bag in the middle of the room before flouncing down on it. She wasn't the best with conversation, but after a while the silence became more awkward than comforting.
"Um so, how long have you been staying in this place?" she'd ask, but before Lukas could answer a banging sound came from the bar's kitchen - causing Milah to shoot to her feet.
"I'm guessing you don't have a friend hiding back there, do you?"
As Milah raised her gun an anxious Cocky would begin barking as she slowly stepped towards the swinging doors leading to the Kitchen. Before she was in reach to kick them open she'd noticed a figure approaching via a shadow forming at the bottom of the door. Milah would tell Cocky to stay before taking a few more steps forward, she was mere seconds away from kicking the door open when she spotted a circular light shining through the fogged-over glass in the middle of the doors.
"Wait, that's a...flashlight?" Milah whispered, as she lower her gun slightly - relatively convinced it wasn't a walker.
Sure enough when the door opened there stood the same man who had just left them in the parking garage - determined to be on his own.
"You?" Milah questioned, as she slung her rifle over her shoulder.
"Fuck!" that man spat, before dropping his own gun. It was obvious to Milah from the mans reaction that he hadn't planned on coming here, and wasn't exactly keen on the idea of staying. She'd ignore his attitude however and wait for him to step into the room some more before moving past him - wanting to double check the back entrance. Before she got too far away though she'd hear him speak up again.
"Well I guess we're roommates now."
The irritated tone he took with them irked her, she was never a fan of complainers but she couldn't stand them even more now, so without thinking Milah would backtrack towards the man until she was only a foot or so away from him.
"Look, you're not the only one in a shitty predicament. This isn't just happening to you, you're no special snowflake, we're ALL stuck in a hell hole of a city that's overrun with the walking dead. So do us all a favor, drop the attitude, be happy you're not dead, and appreciate the fact you have a place to stay, Okay? Okay - great! Now excuse me while I go and check the exit - try not to whine or cry too much in the meantime, we're fresh out of tissues."
Weeks of frustration poured out of Milah's mouth in under thirty seconds, and as she rounded the corner into the kitchen a huge smile formed on her face. She couldn't beleive she just went off like that, but it sure did feel good to knock someone off their undeserved high horse.
It only took a few minutes to sweep the Kitchen and verify that the back entrance was once again secure, and after doing so Milah would call Cocky back into the kitchen away from the others, pull a bottle of water out from her bag, and begin to give some of it to the excited pup.