"Why the fuck do I wanna be nice to these assholes??" Vi shouts at Mr. Expedition, but it seems like... he's already gone.

Hell.

"Items have power..." She pats her pockets for what she'd taken from the ruins, trying to think if anything would've been useful there. The Infected watch warily still, not getting too close to the light. "The only shit I have is money and an old journal?? What the hell's that gonna do?"