"Lay off of Kai," Gemma said, low but harsh. She felt bad, but not bad enough to shut up. "She's right that there could be a thousand places like this and we'd never even know. So stop writing people off. We don't know they're not dead, we can't do anything for them right now. Christ. You don't get it."
Were she and Kai sick too? No--Kai hadn't said anything about medical procedures. Gemma could feel an anxious shaking deep in her bones, but none of the questions she had were questions that she wanted to ask in front of everybody. If it were about genetics, and if it were passed down through the mother like Marco had said... who was to say what they'd done to her while she was knocked out? Had they taken things from her? Modified things? Gone inside her and messed around with her reproductive system? She felt nauseated. It was pretty much impossible to talk about this calmly right now and she should have known it.
She rubbed a hand through her hair and muttered, "Sorry. Yeah. I'm too close to this, I'm sorry. I do want to know what's apparently so fucking special about us, I really do."