[This is hardly her first rodeo of the grotesque. Even prior to coming here, there'd been murder and death and exposure to the horribly mutilated bodies of people she'd just begun to grow fond of. She's had to face up to her own near-helplessness before, her inability to prevent awful dreadful things from befalling people around her. Somehow it doesn't take the edge of, though. Perhaps she's worn down, pushed to the very edge of herself by weeks of deprivation and sickness and injury. Whatever the case, she can't quite ignore her free-bleeding sadness as she carries a corpse - slung over her shoulder, pitifully cold against her bare skin - to the spot Steve has pointed out. Lowers it with as much gentleness as she can on top of the one Steve has already placed there.]

So like, in terms of all around shitty situations that you've ever had the misfortune to get stuck in, how would you rate this? Let's say one is cake-walk, and ten is psychological trauma from which I shall never recover?

[Is it gauche to initiate a conversation like this right now? Is it crass beyond all reason? Maybe. But she's groping around blindly for some way to relieve the mental pressure, and making light of trauma is an in-built defence.]