Humans were better. No human could hurt him. She didn't ask about what happened to these humans, but she found she couldn't entirely care about the deaths of drug dealers and gang members. (She didn't let herself think further on it - that some of them would be young, would be victims of circumstances beyond their control.)
Mary shifted herself, pulling her jacket a little more around herself with a shiver. "You look well," she told him, because the others thing she wanted to say were things she shouldn't.