When she felt she was no longer being followed, hearing the change in the step despite the rabble in the cafeteria, Li Hua stopped, dropping her shoulder and turning her head to listen. The men that followed had stopped behind Typhoid, unsure, then hurried around her when it seemed she wouldn't let them pass soon to disappear amongst the crowd and out of the women's sights. Li Hua's gaze followed them, though, watching how they gave each other as much room as they afforded the other inmates.
At Typhoid's question, Li Hua turned fully to face her again, her face ever a cold, unreadable mask. The harshness was not necessary; Typhoid recognized there was a collective here with 'we', herself part of it, and blame was not welcome. "Some go," Li Hua offered, not lowering herself to the edge in Typhoid's voice, still aloof and calm. "You are welcome." It was not Li Hua's duty to advise the best course of survival. Soon, Typhoid would realize that the monsters had not come from inside the prison at all, and if it were any better outside they would have been beaten back into their cells by the new wave of healthy, sadistic guards. If this was a cage, it was not to keep them in, but the disease out.