Mya averted her gaze thoughtfully. Even now, when someone suggested taking a vehicle instead of walking, her gut response was to consider them lazy. Deep down, she knew that not everyone was immune, nor was everyone as gung-ho as she was about venturing beyond the safety of the prison walls. “I should’ve guessed that,” she admitted easily.
“You don’t have to come with me at all, in that case. Wouldn’t want to be responsible for a guy not coming back to whatever family he has. But it might be a good idea, bringing the balloon back here, as opposed to having to walk all the way to the field every time we wanted to use it. It might be a beacon, though. No telling who’d be able to see us from that height. Could be dangerous.”
“And it’s also a question of whether Team Science is still doing Team Science things. Last I heard, the lab was boarded up after that incident with the infected.”
Mya hid a smirk behind her beer bottle so that the bartender wouldn’t see it. “I’d ask if it made me a bad person that I think it’s hilarious how sad her efforts are, but that would probably make it sound like I was trying to talk you out of hooking up with her. I’m really more of a wingman.”
“Definitely symbolic. Everyone alive today seems to have those two things to thank. Training and luck. Some have more of one than the other, though, I think.”