A slight smile twitched at the corner of Luke's mouth. It wasn't often that he had met someone named Robyn, but he had always admired the name for some unknown reason. The girl didn't need to know that though. "Cool," he said, and he meant it. He bristled at the sight of more survivors - the presence of people just made him feel uncomfortable, and he always hated it - and he shoved his large hands into his pockets, watching Robyn and noting the way she cradled her face, but he decided it wasn't anything to be worried about.
A sigh laced with reluctance escaped Luke's lips. She probably expected him to state his name. "I'm Luke," he introduced himself with slight awkwardness. Just for the heck of it, he added, "And are you sure you aren't hurt?" He turned just in time to see Scarlette step away from a new girl (Erica), and his insides quivered at the sight of another person. He instinctively reached out to press his hand against Scarlette's upper back to steady her and perhaps to offer her some sort of reassurance. He frowned. She didn't look very happy.
