no subject

[His assessment of her is... mostly correct. Leading people to their doom and instructing them on how to best kill another human is easy. Actually pointing a gun at someone else's head, however? Not so easy. And she's looking at little ill after it's all said and done. She won't flee, but she sure as heck wants to fuck off. Being surrounded by 25 others suddenly feels as overwhelming as it did on the first day.]

I— Yes. I'm okay. [Physically.] It isn't as if Adam had a chance to... attack me.

[She almost wishes he did. It would have felt fairer, in a way? Apparently, a moving target is more acceptable to her.]