Allison jumped, her muscles visibly stiffening when a shout came in their direction. An old man was making his way toward herself and Torsten, looking typically Amish and very disgruntled. The young doctor had never taken any pains to understand the Amish and most of what she knew about the came from TV, or people that she knew from Pennsylvania who told her stories of how backwards and simple they were. That sort of life, with no accommodations and no pleasures wasn't for her, but she didn't appreciate being yelled at when she was only trying to help poor Mary feel more comfortable in her final moments.

Backing away from the lifeless woman, Allison stood and brushed off her jeans. The grass stains were muddled by the blood on her hands and the dark-haired woman swallowed hard, feeling as though she was going to be sick. She stood by Torsten's side, listening as the men talked. It was annoying not to be acknowledged. She watched as the man walked off, intending to fetch the women in order to move Mary into a more dignified space. Her eyes were on Torsten, though, and Allison found herself frowning as he explained the Amish customs. 

“They're content to let people die?” she questioned, outraged. There wasn't much time to say anything else, as Samuel was coming back with the women, who were crying. Knowing that she couldn't talk to them was difficult, not even to offer a polite word of apology when it was she who had been with Mary in her last moments, Allison who felt the woman slip away from life. Beside her, Torsten and Samuel were speaking, but Allison was too distracted with the horse-drawn cart that was now fading off into the distance. However, she did catch Samuel's words about her, and turned toward the pair with an indignant look in her eyes.

It was obvious that she wasn't respected there, or even appreciated for attempting to save one of their own. The sadness she felt for the situation could be stowed and dwelled on later, now, Allison was just angry. She found her arms crossing on their own and she couldn't help but glower in Samuel's direction as she bit her tongue. Starting an argument, causing a scene, that wouldn't go over well and Torsten was clearly a bit of a regular around the community, she didn't want to burn his bridges. 

“Poor Mary that no one came out to stop them from hurting her,” Allison said flatly. “Poor Mary that [i]this woman[/i], a stranger, was the only one to lift a finger.” So much for trying to stay neutral. She turned Torsten, now very much intent on ignoring Samuel. “Can we go? I want to keep moving and it's obviously not safe here.” 

It mattered very little that her feet were sore, or that there could be killers moving through the woods, she simply wished to leave. At that moment, striking out on her own and getting mauled by a bear or skinned alive would have been preferred to staying in the Amish community and taking whatever disrespect came her way. At the very least, there might have been a gun around from the fallen deputy, and that would have offered some protection; never mind that she didn't know how to use it.