Rick and the others weren't sure what to think about the foreigners. To be perfectly honest, they weren't all that sure what to think of the fact that they allowed a mere teen to lead them. I mean, most grown men and women would have sat the girl down and laid down the law and told her that she had no place leading them.

After all, what could she possibly contribute to the group as a leader that one of the other's couldn't? And yet...this particular group seemed not to mind that the girl, the kid, Ali was their leader.

They didn't care that she was merely a young girl. Nor about her gender- which was also peculiar. Or at least Rick and several of the others thought so if one sat down to consider what Daryl had said before about females being coveted.

And yet as much as the foreigners seemed to take much into consideration when it came to the girl, he also couldn't help but notice how protective they were of her.

They treated her like she was fragile. Almost like she were made of spun glass. He noted as they all piled into the house to eat. As Sin had pointed out before, they were each much too thin from the time that they had spent out in the world.

The moment that each of them stepped into the large mansion-like home, they were hit by the smell of freshly baked bread, fried chicken, cooked corn, and other scents, causing each one of their stomach's to growl and ache painfully.

Aside from that though, they noticed how roomy and cozy the place was. Every piece of furniture, and such was exactly so. From the small tables just inside the door, to the coat wrack where several scarves and jackets hung- to the peek they got of the spacious living room and beyond.

All in all it was quite impressive and wonderfully arranged for maximum comfort without sacrificing more room than absolutely necessary considering the size of their group.

"I hope that all of you are hungry, we usually tend to make enough to have left over for several days- just in case we come across anyone that needs an pretty excessive amount of food to eat." Sin said as he grasped Ali's slender shoulders and pulled her back against his chest and held her there out of the way so that Rick and the others could file inside of the house.

"Uh, y-yeah. We are kind of hungry. I actually don't recall the last time any of us ate."

"It's been almost a week since we left the mountains and went to the CDC." Dale supplied absently as he looked around the house a little bit out of curiosity.

"The CDC?" Sin muttered with a small frown, earning a funny look from several people in Ricks group as Glen said,

"The center of disease control. We went there hoping that they may have found a cure or something to help combat whatever it is raising the dead- but the guy that ran the place..." He stopped speaking, not really wanting to talk about what had happened.

"He died..." It was Ali that spoke, startling Glen and the others somewhat as she reached up and gently tapped the backs of Sin's hands to get him to let her go. He did so automatically knowing that if he didn't someone in their group would take note of her discomfort and possible distress and punch the hell out of him.

And he knew that that would be a little bit awkward to explain to the possible newbies. Especially since they didn't know much of anything about them and how they functioned.

If they saw someone hit him because Ali was uncomfortable, both groups would probably fall into chaos. And Sin knew that that was bad for all of them.

No one knew how to respond to Ali's observation, so no one said anything at all with the exception of Dale who moved in close to the girl and leaned down and smiled at her.

Sinbad watched the man for a moment as Ali took his measure, and was relieved to see her white ruhk wrap itself around him, coaxing out his own so that he could see it too.

His ruhk was a pale blue green color. The colors representing healing and wisdom.

He would be most welcome in the group aside from the children and the...Asian? No wait, he had said that he was Korean, hadn't he? Ali went ahead and coaxed the ruhk of the others out while she was standing there. Allowing them both to see what kind of people they were opening their home too.

Rick's ruhk was the same color as Alibaba's white-yellow with a small hint of Ali's own colors, blue, green and soft pink in it.

He was so hopeful despite the state of the world he lived in now. He also had a lot of inner strength, compassion, love, and kindness in him. But aside form those, he was an excellent leader and a fairly decent strategist.

He would be welcome here too.

Everyone else had various colors to their ruhk. The hunter, for instance, didn't hold out much hope for himself, or anyone else much less the world they lived in. His ruhk was slightly darker than everyone else's, but that was to be expected for someone like him.

Aside from that, they could tell that he cared about his group and everyone in it and would defend them to the death if need be. He wasn't afraid of death, nor what lay beyond it. He was a decent strategist in his own right, and would make a good friend and comrade in arms.

The Korean had inner strength, and cunning coming out of his ears. On top of that he was a decent, if stubborn fighter. Not a terrible strategist, and all around happy-go-lucky guy.

Ali and he would be the best of friends in no time flat. Sin mused as he let his gaze move on to the women and the last male of the group.

The man, Shane, had a decent head on his shoulder- however he was very quick tempered which tended to work against him. Aside from that his ruhk was a little bit darker than the hunter's was. He posed no threat at the moment, which was fine, but he would bear watching from now on.

Especially since his ruhk clued Sin in on what he thought of Ali being the leader of their group.

One of the women had grey-ish blue ruhk, meaning that she had suffered great losses and had likely been abused at some point in life. She may need a friendly shoulder to cry on sooner or later, he absently noted.

The other women and male checked out as fine. Though the women were discontent with the way that things were. One thing that struck him as peculiar was that the woman with the long dark hair, standing close to Rick- there was another source of ruhk inside of her body, indicating new life was forming.

He quickly glanced down at Ali who caught his eye and simply nodded her head in silent confirmation. Causing Sin to grin down at her as everyone shuffled past them and into the dinning room where the food was already laid out on the impressive long mahogany table with sixteen chairs.

There was another table on the opposite side of the room with food laid out on it as well.

Thankfully, due to the second table, they now had enough room for everyone to sit and eat. Which was good since now his idea of having two tables, just in case they found more survivors, could be put to practical use and no one could bitch at him about it anymore.

"Alright everyone, please grab a seat and help yourselves while someone goes to call in the kids." Sinbad said to Rick and his group before looking down at Ali again and saying, "You should try to eat something too since you've been skipping meals again recently. And don't think that someone won't notice if you don't bother either- You'll sit down and eat something or I'll sic Hina, Alex and Morgiana on you. And we all know how that will turn out, now don't we."

The girl thinned her lips in displeasure for a moment at the semi threat, yet didn't put up much of a fight. Instead she merely glared at him for several moments and then turned and walked over to one of the tables and grabbed the chair at the end of it and seated herself in it and slowly began to fix herself a plate as Sin turned to Rick and said in a low tone, "Could you please monitor how much she eats for me until I get back? Everyone worries that she may be getting ill again whenever she doesn't eat."

Rick looked at him funny and then looked back at the girl that was the proclaimed leader of the group and slowly nodded his head yes as he asked in a hushed tone, "Does she get ill easily?" He asked the question both out of curiosity and concern for the girl. Yet he didn't really expect a response of any kind.

So he was more than a little bit startled when the man said, "No. She usually doesn't get ill at all. But...there was an incident...and she hasn't been completely the same since." It was all the man really had a chance to say before someone from his group, a younger man in his early twenties with platinum blond shoulder length hair and vivid green eyes, slapped him in the back of the head hard enough to almost knock him off of his feet.

Earning a loud, pained yelp from Sin as he turned to face the younger man who practically snarled at him to shut the hell up. He was causing the girl pain. Maybe not physical pain, but Rick and Dale and several of the others slowly started to understand why everyone was so worried about the girl.

Something had happened to her. Something bad. And she was in the process of healing from it.

Which begged the question of, what could have hurt her so much? As a former cop, Rick had seen a little bit of everything pertaining to the brutality of mankind before the world had gone to shit. And since waking up alone in the hospital, and going out into the world as it was now to find Lori and Carl, he had come across some very, very disturbing things.

So very little surprised him anymore.

But somehow Rick got the feeling that once he figured out what had happened to the kid, he'd be more shocked than he had been in a good long time. And that was really saying something.