"Yes," Ellie said, sadly. "It's a lucky design by the virus, playing on our humanity."
She had never managed to kill a Waker. It wasn't due to any sort of sympathy or emotional disturbance; Eloise understood that they were dead, that they had a virus, and that there was nothing left of whoever they'd been inside. It was simply a bad idea for someone on their own to deliberately target any Infected at all if it wasn't mandatory.
"Its far beyond us," Ellie agreed. "We could never conduct any study on that level, I don't think -- only consider the possibilities. I don't mind that, though." She smiled softly at that, following Brennan's gaze down into the street.
They hadn't spent very much time together at all, but it was easy to tell that he was good at what he did. Ellie liked to think that she was, too -- it was easy to feel positive about what they were doing in a context like this. Calm discussion. Calm observation. Almost therapeutic.
"Let's go before that changes," she told him, taking up her bag again. "I have everything I need already."