He glanced at her, watching for a moment. It saddened him a bit to see her like this, though he would not share that information with her. He did not want to worry or scare her at all. He opened the book that she handed him, looking through the picturres that she had done through the past time she had been one. "Their really good as always" he smiles affectionatly at her. He hid the other feelings for now away to where she would not have to see them. She was happy and safe, for now that was indeed enough for him. They would talk and worry about this later. A noise upstairs made him pause. While she was singing, he sat the book down slowly, before moving to the stairs. What had that been? His heart began to race just a little at the thought of having to potentially face something else so soon. He knew the best option was to probrably leave, though the outside world was not a plesant one at the moment. The house was only a bit safer and if someone was within, the best thing would be to know who and why right? He slowly made his way up the stairs a bit, his eyes on the top. His mind moving back to the man and the dogs, what was here? Would it be worse then that? Could it be a survivor or something? He hoped one thing was for sure, that he would not have to use his gun again.