"You need some medical supplies? I found a stash in the clinic." She just accepts the injury without giving him shit about it. Her own injuries are mostly all healed since coming here, aside from that stupid arrow wound. It's closed and all, but actual healing does take longer than she'd like. It's not a big deal to her, though. And she's cracked ribs before, so she knows what it feels like. It's probably better than dying!

"Spores back home were fungus. Uh, mutated cordyceps. They take over host brains, which means they take over bodies. It's not a slow process, though I guess it just...keeps growing forever and it's pretty disgusting. But whatever was human in there is gone within a day."

Except for her. She gets to coexist with that shit around her brain for the rest of her life. That's not common knowledge at home or here.

"I don't know if it smelled like anything. I...it just looked the same and I just freaked out and ran. It felt so wrong, Five. Like you know how sometimes this place just feels shitty? It was like that. It's probably not the same as home but, fuck, why let anyone take the risk? We don't even have guns here to take anyone out if..." She sighs and trails off. It's hard for her to escape the idea, the spectres of home.