Sophie had quietly watched the white haired wondered. He tugged at his ear, clenched his fists, paced... He was worried, maybe scared. Angry perhaps. All of the above? When he settled again, Sophie gathered her things and slung her over the shoulder bag across her body.

Then she gathered his things and stood, making her way over to him. She offered him his backpack. "Well, are you done having a fit?" she asked, surely getting under his skin. "We can't just sit here until you zombify." But what could the do? Search the planet? Hop dimensions looking for a cure? That would take too long, and where would they even start?

Sophie removed the gun from her bag and held it out to him, holding the barrel towards herself. "Here," she said. "I don't usually keep it loaded," she admitted. "But there's one in the chamber." Sophie left it at that, though clearly she was implying that he could have it. The bullet. If he began to turn....

By having it, she'd also clearly gone through his backpack. If he hadn't noticed before, he'd know now. "Don't worry," she said. "I couldn't find the key to your diary," she said, poking at him. Or the stupid collar....