Kyza snorted at Brayden's comment. Savage? How was that looking like a savage? She had no blood dripping from her mouth, and no flesh being ripped from the skin of another in her hands. There was no reason for her to sew anything; it was just some ripped clothes. Still, he had a feeling that she would not operate the ship without a sewing machine, and he was not about to walk until he found his own damn ship. That would be pointless, and his mind would just be scattered the whole time he did so.<br/><br/>"Fine," he snorted to her in Japanese. "We get the damn sewing machine, and we get the damn clothes sewn. However, anything else, we leave. There is no point in staying on land and exhausting ourselves with fighting the infected. Got it?"