She was relieved to see him, in all truth, even without the muzzle. A friendly infected face was still a friendly face, in a place where the plants were trying to kill you.

That was, of course, until she saw his face.

"Oh holy fuck--" She said, staggering backwards as she saw the gaping maw where his jaw had been. Then she was rushing forward. "Oh fuck, R, what the hell happened to you?"

She didn't even notice the vines around his ankles - a little too distracted by the massive facial damage.