Separate names with a comma.
Robyn rolls her eyes "there's barely anything of me, I'm just muscle." Emilie looks up spotting the others.
Robyn lowers her bow, relaxing the string without letting go and placing the arrow back in the quiver "although I'm called Robyn,I'm not that...
Robyn smirks, chuckling quietly "there's bound to be a reason like the regeneration of cells or limbs." She adjusts the hand on the bow, "I'm open...
"It wasn't just aimed at that mutation. It's also the thing of my own safety and as you can probably tell I'm a tourist so I'll prefer to go home...
Robyn nods, not moving her bow "how?" Niall still walked through the chaos. Emilie started swinging her sword and killed another four zombies.
Emilie pulls out her sword again, slicing a zombie in half. Niall wanders through the chaos, looking round.
"I know," Emilie comments.
Emilie rolls her eyes "yeah whatever."
"I meant on how you still talk to Raven, which she obviously knew what I meant," Robyn comments, not moving.
Robyn grips the string tighter slightly "start talking. I already know you're good at that," she says to Sparrow. Emilie keeps running, not...
"I told you earlier... Grew up with my granddad" Robyn comments slightly suspicious, swapping back to her bow. She glances back at Raven too...
Emilie rolls her eyes before following Rebecca easily.
Emilie groans "please don't start." Robyn shrugs "with a bow, training since I was five. A gun, about nine."
Emilie stops as well "can i just point out that you ran into someone and i haven't."
"19. I still prefer the open, you can see your targets and they can see you," Robyn comments, shifting her gun slightly.
"In all fairness you should of both looked," Emilie comments.
Robyn grinned "older. The sky isn't this blocked where I live in Scotland. Just open scenery which I definitely prefer over this place."
Robyn smirks "try to guess." She looks up at the sky briefly as she walks. "I prefer it when I can see the sky more," she comments.
Emilie rolls her eyes and follows "whistles and you go running like a dog."
Robyn grins, putting her bow on her back and holding her rifle instead and follows Sparrow.