Hannah had jumped when she noticed Grayson arriving, but settled when she recognized him and it wasn't some stranger. She was surprised to hear a genuine thank you coming out of his mouth, instead of the snarky and borderline offensive comments they would make to each other. But she didn't bother commenting on it, knowing Elijah was secretly glad they were in the same room and didn't have knives to each other's throats, yet. Despite trying her hardest to stay polite to him, it wasn't going to last forever, they both knew that. It was only a matter of time until one of them snapped.

"Tomorrow I guess" she told him, gesturing to the still darkness outside. If they were seriously going to do this, she needed sleep first. Hannah could feel her patience growing thin and they wouldn't last ten minutes being civil unless she got her sleep. Most of the survivors in their group had pretty much gotten the hint, if they wake her, they will be stabbed. Physically and literally. The two guys who had made that mistake still had the scars to prove that. Hannah wouldn't say she was a violent person, but she had her boundaries, like everyone else. But admittedly, she did take things too far very often, usually without meaning to.

"Now fuck off. I'm getting tired of you" she muttered, getting up to go off to the bathroom. Seeing as those most of the others in her group were already asleep, she wouldn't have to wait an hour to use the shower, and since it had probably been a while since the last person used it, hopefully she'd even be lucky enough to get some hot water. Moving away from him, she grabbed a towel from the washing she'd done the night before. Her clothes would have to dry over the fire, but that was pretty standard for these days.

She pulled the small panel that gave the shower privacy from the rest of the building while she stripped off, quickly stepping into the lukewarm water. Cleaning herself off quickly, she scrubbed the dirt and dried blood off of her, the small wound from where Grayson had cut her still stinging under the water. For a few moments, she just stood under the water before sighing. There was no point in using up all of the hot water that was available. The generators had taken months to get working again, and wasn't strong enough to heat up enough water for them all. They had been very lucky that one of the survivors had been an engineer and was able to figure it out.

She stood in the bathroom, wrapped in the towel, stringing her clothes over a rail they had set up next to a fire to dry. She was lucky to be small enough to fit into a large number of the clothes they found, which meant she was able to have a spare set of clothes other than the main set for times like these.

Elijah had watched Hannah leave, muffled a quiet laugh as Grayson flipped her off behind her back. He was lucky that Hannah hadn't seen it otherwise Elijah would've had to deal with a situation like the previous night, and this time, Will wasn't here to break them up. He certainly wasn't going to be getting involved, there was no way he would have been able to stop them from killing each other, and he'd likely just let them have at it until they grew sick of it. His eyes flicked back up at Grayson as he began speaking, his friend watching him as he spoke. "'course. I'll talk to him in the morning and let him know what's going on" Elijah told the man.

Elijah chuckled slightly, glad to see they weren't going to be entirely gloom and doom tonight. "Trust her?" he asked, repeating his words. He looked away for a few moments, leaning back in his chair as he thought. Trust was not a word he would use for her, but it wasn't necessarily mean she was untrustworthy. "She's something. Hannah isn't the type you can trust, but that doesn't mean she isn't deserving of it. It depends. If you're going after her with a knife at her throat every ten seconds, of course she'll gut you in your sleep, but on the most part, she's actually not always a terrible person" Elijah begun quietly.

Describing Hannah was no easy task. "With some, she could be the most loyal and protecting person you'll ever meet, with others? She'll kill you, or try to, before she even knows your name" he told him. "I honestly don't know what her intentions are with this whole thing, but I cannot imagine they're entirely good. To some extent, she will have some form of plan and it won't benefit you, but until then, you won't have to worry about her". Elijah told him.

He sat up suddenly, leaning forward in his chair. "Look, I asked around, to try to get some idea on what's going on. Apparently one of our guys went out the other night, the same night she was killed, and hasn't been seen since. I wish it was only a coincidence, but I seriously doubt it. I think that might be your best chance at finding out what happened. If he didn't do it, he was out and about when it happened, so he might know something" he told his friend quietly, questioning whether it was even a good idea at all to be encouraging this little adventure of theirs.

"But Hannah's right, as much as I hate to say it, you need to sleep first. Get some rest and I'll find out more for you in the morning before you guys leave" he told him.

Elijah nodded, knowing that there wasn't a whole lot he can even do that will help him. If he wanted Hannah's trust, he was gonna have to figure it out, there was no easy way on going about that. "The only advice I can give is to not kill her, and don't let her kill you. I know you can take her, so don't let her get the upper hand, it'll just make her pity you and her ego will seriously explode." he told him, biting back a small chuckle at the thought.

"Oh, and don't ever wake her up." Elijah added quickly, laughing to himself as he recalled the one time he'd made that mistake and ended up with a knife in his shoulder. It was almost awkward having to have this conversation with Grayson, knowing full well that no matter what he said, or advice he gave him, they weren't the type of people who would listen and actually do it. One of them was going to get on the other's nerves one too many times and they'd be trying to kill the other again. But Will and Elijah weren't going to be there to break it up. Elijah only hoped they were smart enough to not kill the other. They didn't need any more dead bodies.

"His name's Nathan, I'm not sure about the last name but it seems he left about two hours before you arrived here, and nobody has heard from or seen him since then. He's the only one missing so it's likely he did it or knows who did" Elijah explained. "I talked to the guys he was usually seen around and they said they had no idea where he went, but that he was constantly talking about going north to find another survivors camp, but I've never heard of one up north so I'm not sure if he was fucking insane, or what".

Hannah had given up, changing into her spare clothes instead of waiting for the others to dry next to the heat. Instead, she left them there to dry while she slept, deciding to get them in the morning before herself and Grayson left. She made her way back through the building, she hesitated as she heard voices in the room she'd previously been in with Elijah and Grayson, but chose not to go in. She'd had enough of him for one day.

She snacked on a granola bar before climbing into her makeshift bed next to her window. Hannah was eternally grateful that Elijah had given her permission to sleep away from everybody else. He was rather finnicky with that, wanting people to be within earshot of everyone else in case anything happened, but she was an exception. But it could have also been the fact that she'd threatened to stab him again if he didn't let her.

Hannah had fallen asleep quickly. The quiet fading of voices stopping soon after she had gotten into bed. She could hear Elijah wandering around for a bit, as he did most nights but it soon settled. Her eyes soon fluttered closed as she fell asleep, the silent night only growing quieter.

She woke with a quiet groan, her shoulder aching as she seemingly rolled onto her side in her sleep, causing the fresh wound to begin to bleed once more. Hannah groaned in frustration loudly, sitting up with her hand pressed against the wound. She was going to kill that bastard. Getting up, she made her way over to where she knew Elijah would be, glad to see he was already awake. Most of the group was already awake as well, seeing as though most of them got up early to do whatever it was they did and she was one of the last ones to get up. She stared at Elijah for a few moments, until he realized what she wanted and sighed, gesturing for her to sit down.

She winced as Elijah began to wash down the blood from her arm, keeping her shoulder still as he cleaned it for her. "I'm going to kill him" she said simply. "No you're not, shut the fuck up" he snapped at her. Hannah didn't bother responding, knowing that it would only end in a fight. There was a reason Elijah was in charge of them, and why Hannah never got in serious fights with him. The prick could fight, he'd proven that many times before to her when she was being a bitch to him.

"Look, Hannah. You need to lay off him a little, he just lost his fucking wife and you're here making jokes about it and being an asshole. This is important to him and I need you to just not being a total fucking bitch for once, okay?" Elijah told her, sitting down opposite her as he spoke. She wasn't surprised by this, she had known he'd have something to say eventually, but she could tell it was important to him too. "I'm not even fucking doing anything. It's not my fault he's all mopey about her. It's not like I did anything. But fine, I'll only kill him if he deserves it" she muttered back to him.

Elijah only sighed once more, knowing that was probably the best he was going to get out of her for the time being. Hannah wasn't one for owning up to her mistakes, or making apologies, so that was about the closest to an apology anybody would get.

"I've already explained some shit to Grayson, just do what he says and come back alive" He told her, surprising her with his now softer tone.

Hannah only nodded, resisting the urge to make another snarky comment since that was his way of saying goodbye, for now.

Hannah looked over as she noticed the sudden appearance of Grayson. He needs a fucking bell or something. She noticed the awkward look that Elijah gave her, but before she could ask about it, he began talking. She nodded blankly as he told her what she assumed Elijah had told him the night before after she had left. North. That was simple enough. He'd have a few days head start but, it shouldn't be a huge problem for them, they'd get there eventually. Hannah was just hoping that she would have enough patience to not kill him, let alone help him.

She got up, shrugging. "Okay" she muttered before making her way over to where she kept her, little, belongings. She grabbed the canvas backpack off a nearby chair, packing in some basic essentials she'd need, a change of clothes, knives, matches, a couple of granola bars, and the deck of cards she kept with her, for sentimental values. Hannah paused, before grabbing a few bandages to put in the bag as well, if it was only going to be her and Grayson, she could imagine that things weren't always going to be perfect, or at all really.

After the bag was more or less packed, she made her way back out to where Elijah and Grayson were. "Well, time to find a slut killer I guess" she announced, earning her a hateful glare from Elijah. She only responded with a confused look, it wasn't that big of a deal, right?

Elijah stood, moving over to her. "Seriously? You guys haven't even left yet and you're doing this shit again. I want to just strangle you for him" he hissed at her, standing in between her and Grayson, blocking her from seining his reaction to her comment, which kind of defeated the whole purpose of why she did it. It wasn't worth it unless he had a reaction, and she knew he would and it would be hilarious. Unless of course his reaction was murdering her, but Hannah doubted it would be that. Sure he had a short temper, but surely it wasn't that short.