Her eyebrows went up when he spoke about the boy and scoffed, "Wasn't<em>necessary</em>? Are you insane?! He got three people killed out there, an' these two infected!! That's<em>five</em>people who're gonna to die because of his<em>idiocy</em>!" She looked him in the eyes and then up and down. "He's a civilian, and old nuff t'know that he doesn't have the training to deal with Kreatures, let alone a Reaver. My givin' him a whoopin' was<em>completely</em>justified."<br/><br/>She turned her eyes back to the rooms and swallowed as she made eye contact with one of the people there. There was nothing scarier than waiting to die, and it showed in the person's face. Detta's jaw clenched. Very few people could read Detta's expressions, and even then it was questionable to what it was beyond anger or anger.<br/><br/>Pontius's hand was on her shoulder. The moment it was, her eyes flicked up and shot Pontius a look -- he was touching her. At least it was just her shoulder, yes, but he was still touching her. He was right to think he'd get killed for such a thing, because very few people got away with touching her without ending up looking up at her from the flat of their backs. However, he would receive a reaction he may or may not have expected -- a dark warning expression.<br/><br/>"Y'think I've gone soft?" She eyed him, wondering if that was what he was implying, "Like hell I'd let anyone do this, but me. My hands're already blood-soaked clean through," She turned her eyes back to the barred windows, "Little more ain't gonna make a difference." She said that last part a little more softly. Her jaw clenching again as those hazel-green eyes remained fixed on the two rooms she watched.<br/><br/>Some part of her mind realized Pontius was trying to offer help, and her eyes flicked to him briefly, "Water," She said evenly. "If Randy still has rations available, some water would help get this dust out of my throat." The dust-haze was not pleasant to walk through, let alone run and fight in. She also realized she was telling him to do a boy's errand and winced slightly, "Never mind. I'll find a recruit to do it." But she stayed where she stood, legs braced, ready to burst through either of those doors at a moment's notice.