Cameron could feel the anxiety radiating off of her like heat from a boiler.  He was quite familiar with the sight, he had been stuck out in the shit long before the world had decided to end. These kids deserved better than this.  They weren't warriors, and they didn't ask to be.  All sense of choice and decency had been stripped from them for no reason.  None that they could possibly comprehend, anyway.  

It made his stomach churn.

"What's your name?" he asked softly, hoping to set her mind at ease, however little was possible.