Male. (Yes.)

"Hello, how can I help you?" The clean shaved young man in the tan and blue park rangers uniform, who's nametag says "Richard Dover", asks as he jerks back to half wakefulness, almost spilling his mostly empty cup of cold coffee.

You feel an irrational urge to bite him, and it's a very strong instinct, but you restrain yourselves, and simply ask, in your feminine voice which still sounds odd in your own ears, but not as much as it probably should: "Hi, I'm afraid we've gotten a little turned around, which way do we go to get to the nearest town with a Target?" You ask, and Ranger Richard shakes his head to clear it.

"Target, Target..." he mutters and grabs a phone book off a shelf behind him: five minutes, consulting a local area atlas and the park map, and shaking himself awake several times later, he answers your question; "Alright ladies, First you turn right when you leave this building, and head for the park's north exit: when you reach the exit you turn right again and drive 15 miles East on State Route 11 to reach Centerville..." Mr Dover nods off for a second, but then jolts back to consciousness, though the train of his thought seems to have jumped the tracks: "... after you go through the Hempstead/Columbus intersection you take your first left into Riverside Parkway, and continue on that for half a mile, the Target will be on your..." and again he nods off.

Having seen that you can restrain your instincts to bite every un-infected human you see, Jean says, "Thanks, we can take things from here," and you head for the door...