<sup><strong>Infirmary (Isis with Detta)</strong></sup><br/><br/>Detta would stand there like stone as Isis spoke to her. Physically as stone, though her green eyes blazed with fury. How<em>dare</em>the other woman presume to know<em>anything</em>about her?! They weren't friends. Detta didn't have friends. And then Isis said she thought she could heal them? That was when Detta lost it.<br/><br/>As Isis reached to touch the door handle, Detta would slam a knife into the door frame, blocking the handle from Isis's hand and would move, getting in Isis's personal space and glaring down at the woman with a stare that would curdle blood.<br/><br/>"You know the protocol," came the low growl. "A Reaver's bite takes hold the instant it gets in their blood.<em>Nothing</em>can heal it. Do you remember what happened LAST TIME you tried to heal one of them?! THEY TURNED ANYWAY AND TRIED TO KILL EVERYONE!!!" She roared a mere inch from the other woman's face, not caring if the woman was a civilian. Detta ran the militia of Stratclaw, and didn't give a damn who got in her way.<br/><br/>"The protocol is there for a reason. And like HELL am I going to let you be stupid enough to risk everyone's safety." She would not move out of the woman's way, her hands gripping the hilts of her blades as she watched her.<br/><br/>"Go see to patients you can actually heal... and let. Me. Do. My. Job."<br/><br/>And this was why people didn't get in Detta's way -- because the woman didn't back down, even if she was wrong. However, in this moment she wasn't wrong. If the people in those rooms were going to turn, there was nothing to be done to save them. All they could do now, is wait.