There were better things to worry about, like her partner. And this place was so awful that it just seemed sometimes that death must be a relief to those who had fallen before. Sweet release. Not that she ever wanted to be a zombie. God no. She'd want someone to put her down if that was the case. Still, being truly dead must just kind of seem like peace compared to this. Even if it was really nothing after life. Just. Nothing. It wasn't to say that she was completely without emotion. Sometimes she got a little sentimental. Just maybe not about her daughter.
If she wasn't tough though, she'd fall apart. She knew herself well enough to know that falling apart was just not an option. She didn't want him to depressed, or lost. Though at the same time, Lucretia knew that she couldn't actually do anything to make him feel better. Just be there for him and talk if he needed it.
"All right, fair enough. Good thing I don't smell like steak then," she noted as they headed up the stairs to the main floor. "I did not wander off in Shanghai. You turned around and I wasn't there because you had been distracted. That's entirely different." She was teasing just a little bit. "Yes sir.." Giving him a bit of a salute again, she smiled and nodded. "I promise no wandering off. I've got your back. No distractions." Oh good, a department store.
As she waited for him to drop off the book and get more ammo, she slipped on her own old coat with her extra ammo. True to her word, it was tattered and falling apart. There was several large tears in it. It was a wonder it kept her warm at all. "Yep, all ready," she told him when he came back.