She has no idea how to answer, and she hesitates on it, her pacing slowing.

“I’m just...” She heaves a sigh, aggravated. Fearful? She can’t remember the last time she admitted to that. “This shit is so fucked up. He’s just going to walk around like that? Two weeks from now he could round another corner and we do this again?”

Somehow it felt easier to be cocky about dealing with infected before she personally got bit.