She gives you the dagger.

Still threatening you with the knife she sternly says, “Here take this.”

She hands the knife to you. She looks you in the eye as she is waiting for you to do something. Her stance is that of an animal looking for prey.

“Aren't you gonna try to **** me?” she accusingly asks.

“All you men are the same nowadays,” she coldly explains. When you look into her eyes, you see no emotion; you can tell that this woman has gone through a lot. You don't pity her but you admire her courage.

“You could use a friend,” you politely say while gesturing for her to take back her knife. She obliges and quickly grabs it, still untrusting. “Whatever,” she rudely gasps.

“So what now?” you ask. “First of all I'm extremely hungry,” she sternly explains. “C'mon follow me!” She aggressively instructs. The two of you are pretty quiet as you walk because when you try to make small talk, she just slams you with a rude comment. You wonder if you have really passed her test for trust.

“Here we are,” she quickly blurts out. All you can see is a wall with a faded poster on it.

“It's a dead end,” you say. She lifts up the poster, which leads into some dark room, she rips a panel from off the floor and you can see that it leads to an underground territory.

“This is where some of us gals live, some of us have to go out for food when we can. You interrupted my task of gathering food,” she sternly mentions with a twinge of anger in her voice. “C'mon I'll introduce you to some close friends of mine.”