Kyza listened to the young woman stutter, and was amazed that she could even speak at all. He was amazed at all these people, really; in the Yakuza, he was taught that weakness led to death. How all these people were alive was a mystery to him. All of them seemed to be weak, either mentally or physically, and he could not even believe himself that he was a part of their group.<br/><br/>From what he could grasp from the young woman's stutters, she had a boat, and she wanted some people to help her operate it. Perfect; out on the open sea, there was bound to be less infected, if any. It would give him time to let his mind relax, with no need for concentration. However, it seemed that this young woman was also beginning to get too close to himself; why was it him, and not the gun man?<br/><br/>"A boat, you say?" he asked the young woman, trying not to scold her for not speaking clearly. "That could be a good thing. Still, we need supplies, so the store is what is now important. We must go no--" He was cut off mid-sentence at Tara announcing that there was a truck available. Even more perfect; no infected could touch them if they were running them over. "Can anyone drive that big car?" he asked, unsure if he could. It was American in design; the wheel was on the opposite side of the car from what he was used to.