Their little Princess

"Hey Rose.."

Veronica spoke softly, nudging Chae over a little so she could showcase CJ.

"I'm sorry for us intruding... I worked along side with your dad here, and from the news we heard..."

Apologetic, she had assumed they were the only ones left in New York. To think the survivalist's daughter survived, but not him. Her brow lowered, holding CJ comfortably in her arms. Little Chae looked up at Rose in awe, her stubby hands reaching up for the shiny "toy" the woman was weilding. Her golden gaze met up at the lady.

"We just had her... Can we, please come in?"