[ It's a child's voice. Although sometimes there are others out exploring, Clark isn't expecting anyone on this route. He stops, glances around although he can make her out clearly. Then, he walks in the direction her voice came from, coming to a stop in a clearing.
She has a rifle and a backpack, probably more than a few knives if he counted them. ]
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She has a rifle and a backpack, probably more than a few knives if he counted them. ]
Sorry.
[ His weight shifts on his feet. ]
I didn't know there was anyone here.