Joseph ran up to her, from his hiding spot. He had no Armor on, His Shotgun was in the Trunk, and his pistol was hidden carefully in his sweat pants. He had a Red Hoodie on, with front pockets, and his hairs was in their usual back-pushed spikes. He ran up to her, with his hands in his pockets, having the perfect look of a innocent passerby. This would be simple, since he lived here. "Excuse me, Miss? You wouldn't happen to have a Cell-phone, would you? Mine got Stolen, and I need a ride home. Buses don't run this late, do they?" he asked her.