The word the woman formed didn't seem to have any discernible relevance to the way it was written on the guards' ledger and gave Li Hua pause as she tried to make sense of it. It wasn't one she had heard out loud before. Slowly, the sounds came together for her, but the meaning not close behind. Whatever it was, Typhoid didn't appear to be something for Li Hua need be concerned about as the woman stood with deliberate caution.
"Looking," Li Hua explained, a broad answer for her broad purpose. There was a lot still to find in the depths of this prison, many more layers down underneath the water. "The dead are walking, but this is not hell yet. Come and see," she invited, stepping out of the doorway for Typhoid to join her in the bloody hall. When she had taken in the carnage and had time to form her own questions, Li Hua posed hers first, more pressing than a heap of lifeless corpses; "What is 'Typhoid'?"