Julie snorts in a very dignified manner, shoving the end of the bat in the sand so it stands straight. She squats down, the energy drained out of her. Even standing's hard. It sucks. For the last few days, she's been just hoping someone might wander by and off her.

It's probably the most pathetic she's been. That just salts the wound.

"I've babysat before. You're practically a walk in the park." When they didn't have enough survivors to have designated kid watchers. Still impressed her every time she saw a new baby. Drop an apocalypse on humans and they still had kids. It barely even slowed them.

At least they're not trained to kill each other back home -- not, at least, until one of the kids is Dead.

R keeps staring straight ahead, freaking her out when she looks back up. "Down here." So the cataracts aren't just for show. He's blind. And still probably less hungry than her. "The last thing I need is you trying to look after me. I'm fine." Maybe the blind thing isn't so bad. He won't notice she's lost weight and she's all edges now. Or those deep, dark hollows under her eyes. "So you're okay now? No more black leaking out of every orifice?"