Ariel/Abigail
"No, not much room at all." Abigail agreed. "Compassion is a luxury when you have to focus on survival. We just have to do whatever is needed and worry about finding ways to live with it later." At least that had been the case in her life. She hadn't been able to show mercy to any of the shrike's or Hannibal's victims. In this world, hopefully they'd only have to hurt animals and machines. She knew that might be a small comfort to those with less violent backgrounds.
"With the radiation, it might be the most merciful course of action for the smallest animals." Abigail added; it was as close to a silver lining that she could offer. If they needed a pill a day, she figured there was little hope for a rat.
Abigail looked at her curiously. The term gauntlet conjured up images of medieval knights in her mind. She had a hard time placing an object like that in this world of robots and other futuristic nightmares. "It's a magic gauntlet? What does it do?"