“What are you going to do about it if I do?” Talia asked with a raised eyebrow. She didn’t for one minute think that Zach had any kind of nefarious plan in place for if she decided go against what he said. She nodded at the suggestion to ask Vienna; she’d only had a little interaction with the other woman, but it wouldn’t hurt to search her out to see.
“How can you say that when you don’t know what the result would be?” she asked him. “It could be the odds aren’t in your favor, sir.” Usually she’d flash a mysterious little smirk in his direction, but the effect would be lost with half her face covered. It seemed like she and Zach were always getting into these circular little conversations that were mostly quips and only sometimes innuendo. She couldn’t say that she particularly disliked the result, since most often she left a conversation smiling. “Or are you telling me you think you’re a lucky man?” He had faced down quarantine only recently, so it was possible that he was feeling a little lucky.
She was just as comfortable with the conversation shifting to try and figure out what the fragment was. “True,” she agreed. “But I don’t think I’m off base. I’ve seen enough bone in that state to be able to tell roughly what things could be.” But she wasn’t infallible; nobody was really. “I wish it were easier to figure out how this body was even moving with all the bone that wasn’t where it should be,” she murmured out loud, letting Zach continue to inspect the possible vertebrae as she went back to sifting through the remains.
“I’ve said that before,” she said, and laughed at her self a little as she brushed by Zach to grab a particular tool. It didn’t matter what she touched now, the both of them had zombie goo on their gloves, since Zach had been touching the vertebrae. “And I can never tell what would be considered pre-mortem injury and what would be considered post-mortem. It’s like working from square one sometimes. And only occasionally did it feel like an exercise in futility. “But I’ve never had that thrill for trauma medicine, or most of the things we do in the infirmary, even though I’m good at them.” She did that sometimes, talked out loud about things that didn’t immediately connect to what she was doing.