Misty watched as the dog had her moment of grief. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she looked back up and contemplated a way to answer the question.<br/><br/>"Well. We don't really know. People are floating all kinds of ridiculous theories. It seems. Uh," she flailed, glancing down at the foggy-eyed corpse on the floor near her feet. "Like an infection. The CDC hasn't identified it. But it's believed to be contagious. Similar to rabies," she added, and Sam looked up at her. Misty patted her on the head.<br/><br/>"No one was bitten? The little girl, or her mother?" Jake shook his head, running his hands through his hair. Misty looked to Rowan.<br/><br/>"I suppose I owe you a great big thank-you. That's the third one this week and I'm still not used to it. It's unsettling as hell, to say the least. And they're near impossible to put down," she finished, shaking her head again. She could use another drink right about now, but all she saw was a pile of paperwork in her near future.<br/><br/>"I better call this in. I never caught your name, Mister...?" She said, offering her hand.