Ava nodded stiffly, struggling not to let her emotions betray her hesitance to strip of in front of a woman she barely knew. Mostly because that would mean being weaponless, even for a moment, which was something all of the redhead's instincts screamed against.
Nevertheless, she followed Jayjay to her tent, ducking under the flap and entering the darker space inside. She began to remove her clothes in a mechanical, emotionless fashion, stripping down to her underwear to reveal a slim figure, muscular from her years of running, of survival. Her skin was pale, splattered with clusters of tiny freckles, so light brown they were almost indescernible. Her knives and gun she placed hesitantly beside her, on top of her small pile of clothes, still within easy reach should she need them.
"Check away," she told the blonde girl, "And the apology is unnecessary. I understand."
I understand only too well, what it's like. Trusting no-one, suspicious of everyone... that's how you have to be, if you want to survive these days.