[He nods at the mild sarcasm. It's good to be skeptical and much of him agrees with her anger and frustration. How could he not? People died. People fell into comas for weeks. But fear and hatred are blinding and he'd rather be productive. Try to understand what he can. Doesn't blame her at all, though.]

Yeah. You probably saw, I kept her with me. Didn't let anything touch her.

[It's a shame he couldn't have done more. There were far too many instances of people who were indoors, who thought they were safe, only to have spirits reach through gaps in the floorboards or ooze their way through walls or whatever else they did. They were safer together and the walls surely held some out, but the injuries suffered by people who weren't even out on patrol were distressing and surprisingly grotesque.]

Did you get out very far? I heard some people made it all the way to the Armory.