"You don't look that strange to me. I'm only one sixty-fourth nonhuman, but the original aliens..." There's no accurate way to describe it, so she abandons the attempt. "At least you're a good person. Not all the others I've met are." That'd be equally hard to get into, but right now isn't the time regardless. Now is the time to try to figure out what comes next.
She's not sure she'd have made it on her own, either. At best she could have managed to find a roof to hide out on, but there's no guaranteeing that people wouldn't storm the stairs, and her stamina isn't limitless. Eventually fleeing from building to building inbetween trying to convince uninfected to leave would take a toll, and then she'd be seized ahold of and force-fed regardless of what she wanted. That wouldn't be the first time she'd been force-fed, but before it was because she'd pushed herself too far and needed it. This is more akin to torture than anything else.
Noticing his nausea, she reaches out and places a hand on his forearm briefly, an attempt at comfort even if she isn't well-versed in that. "I wouldn't have been able to do it without your explosives. We saved a few hundred lives back there. That's much more than I thought I'd be able to manage." She looks out at the stadium again, sighing. "The question now is, what do we do next? Do we keep trying to trap others? Do we focus on evacuations?"
It's a big problem they're facing. Partially she differs to his judgment because she doesn't usually give orders. In large part, though, it's because she already trusts him to think things through, an invaluable resource in the field.
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She's not sure she'd have made it on her own, either. At best she could have managed to find a roof to hide out on, but there's no guaranteeing that people wouldn't storm the stairs, and her stamina isn't limitless. Eventually fleeing from building to building inbetween trying to convince uninfected to leave would take a toll, and then she'd be seized ahold of and force-fed regardless of what she wanted. That wouldn't be the first time she'd been force-fed, but before it was because she'd pushed herself too far and needed it. This is more akin to torture than anything else.
Noticing his nausea, she reaches out and places a hand on his forearm briefly, an attempt at comfort even if she isn't well-versed in that. "I wouldn't have been able to do it without your explosives. We saved a few hundred lives back there. That's much more than I thought I'd be able to manage." She looks out at the stadium again, sighing. "The question now is, what do we do next? Do we keep trying to trap others? Do we focus on evacuations?"
It's a big problem they're facing. Partially she differs to his judgment because she doesn't usually give orders. In large part, though, it's because she already trusts him to think things through, an invaluable resource in the field.