[ she arrives just after him, nervous but in a low-grade, 'i woke up in the zombie apocalypse' kind of way, and nothing to do with the person she's meeting himself. she's got her purse tucked over her shoulder, stocked with the medical supplies she found on the first day. gwen steps up just in time to see him peeling off the note, and figures this has to be the guy. ]
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Hi! I'm Gwen. You must be the guy with the keys.