“We did get lucky in the medic department, that's for sure. I think that's the only reason I'm not worried out of my mind over Evan's wound getting infected. The medics do the best with that they have, which isn't much, like you said. So it pisses me off when people do idiotic things and waste the medical resources.”
Talk of governmental research drew her thoughts back to Marigold and the facility she'd been kept in. It wasn't the first time she wondered what they'd done to the girl while she was in there, but Leah suspected she'd never know. Maybe it was better that way. She stared ahead of them for a few moments, unsure why she mentioned government things. “We can only hope. I know a lot of intelligent people stayed behind in the city. Wish we could've gotten them to come out this way.”
New York had been a hodgepodge of different types of people before the outbreak. Now, a lot of people were similar, but there were still obvious physical differences. Leah was desensitized to seeing people like Miah around. Sure, a lot of them were the adventurous, trouble-making sort, and if they'd been alone in the city, she might've thought twice about walking with him. As it was, though, she hadn't given it a second thought until he brought attention to it. “It happens, I suppose. I think I used to be that way, back before the outbreak. Judging by someone's appearance, I mean.” New York was and had been dangerous, after all. “But I look at someone like Danvers, with all her piercings and tats, and then at that Johnson girl who's always dying her hair some hideous color and they're two completely different people. One's helpful, the other one's fucking obnoxious.”
“I think it might just be the drugs they've been giving him,” Leah said with a laugh, putting voice to what they'd both been thinking. “But he does have a lot to be happy about. Or so he says, anyway.” She shrugged a shoulder, the smile she'd been sporting fading somewhat when she noticed Miah's expression. Pursing her lips, she glanced away, willing to let her overstep in the conversation go.
At least someone understood. She wasn't trying to work herself to death. She just wanted to be the one to help, instead of the one always needing help. Like now, with these two bags... Leah sighed. Just a few more months. “It's definitely rewarding. He's always helping me, so it's my turn.”