She likes him, she might come to trust him, but she's not quite there yet. She's had her own experiences with grown men getting too close for comfort. She shakes her head, flinching, and focuses on the fire. "It hasn't attacked yet," she says in a low whisper. "Gotta learn the behavior."

She knows how to fight clickers, stalker, bloaters, all of them. This is something different, but that doesn't mean it doesn't have rules.

The blood on her arm starts to drip. Through the adrenaline, she barely notices.