"Funny thing, that." Virginia's tone suggested a bit more of that earlier amusement- the kind that found little things humorous after the somber acceptance of an unfavorable fate. She was, after all, fairly used to it. She swept a hand out in a small arch, indicating the city before them. "They're thick as hail in September. Walk in any door- you'll see at least one somewhere in plain sight. What I have yet to find are the actual people..."
Then again, Virginia had been occupied by panicked survival in the forest for the last few days.