Marina almost never sees Sparrow smile unless it's accompanied by madness behind his eyes. Alejo has a much kinder and gentler soul, probably because he has actual emotions, and it's never hard to make him happy. But the grin her he was giving her was... odd. What's he so fucking happy about? These Hellhounds must be crazier than they'd been anticipating.
She didn't have much time to think about all that though because the walkers were finally catching up to them and it was time to go. She may have a death wish by entering an enemy camp as a spy, but she wasn't about to go out of the world by fucking zombies. She'd grown up in a drug and gun cartel and lived this long already, there was no way something like a flesh eating monster was going to get her.
"Don't have much of a choice," she said, gritting her teeth as he helped her stand, then began limping her way towards his motorcycle as fast as she could. "Is your camp far?"