"We've decided. Thank you, fuck off."

"I'd be happy to. Do let me know if I'm going too quickly." He stays about half a step behind as he walks beside her, letting her guide the way. At the same time, he glances back at the gate every so often. "I think you handled yourself well, by the way. If that makes a difference."

"I'm not certain we're quite that lucky - but you have capable individuals here who aren't afraid of a fight. That will help. Would you like company? I can walk you to someplace you can rest."

There's also the option of sending the man who [can't] die. But she has enough to consider at the moment.

"It doesn't sound like this is going to happen immediately," he emphasizes, affirming her first thought. "And decisions are better made with a clear mind. People will know where to find you if trouble reappears. We don't know all our options yet. There may be paths we can't see."

I should start training again...

"I can try, but that depends on what you're looking for." He's trying not to overwhelm her further. "Do you need... an ear? Solutions? Someone more familiar? Heads on a pike, maybe?"

Worry etched in his face, but he's still practically a stranger to these people. He looks her over, searching for any sign of what the issue might be. "I'd like to help. Can I?"

Unfortunately for the raider the problem isn't that she won't be able to find someone from the death run it's that she won't be able to keep everyone from volunteering for the death run (+) where EVERYTHING dies

"He's banking on getting under our skin, Doctor. His sort always do, trying to get an edge."