Her throat closes up on anything else she might have said. Normally, she's got thicker skin than this. Normally, it's buck up or shut up in the name of survival.

This is more complicated and so she just nods, puts away this information that isn't new information - he told her, their bite packs a punch, doesn't happen from a cut, she knew even if she wishes she didn't - and nods.

"I know. But if they can't, Carver might -" She stops, shakes her head at herself. It's Jesus's call. He's the one who's stuck here.

"Alright. You're right." Buck up or shut up in the name of survival.