She keeps staring at her hand, spread out across the wood of the guitar. She's fidgety by nature, generally, but she's been still for a lot of this conversation because it's hard. It twists inside her, that empty hole that she's tried to fill with death and revenge. Even knowing nothing will actually fill it doesn't change it. She has to finish her crusade. She can't die in this shitty nightmare town. She can't die while Abby lives.

It's not like it's too hard to guess, after all, that Joel is gone and it's fucked her up. He heard the beginning of that song, after all. But even without it, it's probably not hard.

She shakes her head, finally. "No," she answers. "He was murdered. Infected are nothing compared with other fucking people."