"Looks like the infection isn't here yet," she mused, looking around at the shops that showed no signs of looting or barricades. "The people must be warned. I don't know what this place is or how it can exist up in the sky, but the infection is spreading. I don't want to see more end up like me..."

Her face contorts into a look of great pain and grief, and she looks away for a moment. "Even I'm a vector for the disease to spread. Whoever decided to bring me here has no care or respect for the lives of these people!" She snarls at that, sounding suddenly much more like a Romero film extra than a human being, but she quickly regains her composure.