While Li Hua had seen many strange and unusual powers gifted by Heaven, almost all of them were used for creation. This was different. Everything had to find balance, though, and life had to end just as it had to always begin. That didn't stop Li Hua from wrinkling her nose at the stink of the body and taking a step back from its assault, holding her breath as it burned. Disease deserved the same respect as health. Without one, there would be no other. With her hands at her sides, Li Hua offered Typhoid a stiff bow of admiration and thanks then invited her with a wave of an elegant arm to join the men waiting, childishly, in the safety of the checkpoint.
"The second floor cafeteria is clean," she explained, ignoring any unnecessary introductions and leaving the men to follow or trip over their own feet. 'Clean' could mean a lot of things the way she said it, clenching her fists in front of her and nodding meaningfully. Clear was likely a better word, but clean suited it, too-- cleaner than the gorey hall they came from, anyway. "We will stay there, and eat," Li Hua said.