The fact that Zornitsa laughed as well just made things seem...not as bad. Like even for a few moments, they could be somewhere else. Maybe on a tropical island sipping those funny drinks in the coconuts. And Heloise knew she'd do anything for those simple moments, of laughter and light. There had been precious little of it. Heloise rejoiced in the sound. She settled herself again, letting her thoughts flow as she thought on ways to make this house safe for a day, or two. She focused on Zornitsa when she began to talk, processing what she was saying. It seemed quite possible that zornitsa had been moved, but not to her own home, to what was probably a safe house. Heloise's guess that zornitsa's prosthesis's were new was confirmed, even if it had been since July, it seemed she hadn't had that much practice with them. It would be tough, Heloise knew, but they could manage it. it might mean hi-jacking a vehicle, hi-jacking several, in low risk areas, or just jumping from house to house for a while, but they could do it. 

They could do it, while Zornitsa became accustomed to her new limbs. Heloise thought that, while she had been out for most of it, Zornitsa had had perhaps a worst time of it then herself. At least Heloise had known what was going on, the last few months. Waking up alone...she couldn't image what that would have been like. it showed a strong will, strong mental state, really. And to not freak out, as Heloise told her what happened was just even more impressive. Heloise had lived it, and sometimes it was still hard to believe it. Heloise figured if Zornitsa could be okay right now, then she'd be fine in the next...would it be months, years, decades? Heloise tried to imagine living this life for years, and that was just depressing, so she didn't think on it for long. Instead she continued to listen to what Zornitsa was saying. 

Army? She was with the Army? Heloise winced, wondering if Zornitsa had taken offensive to what she had said, but was sure she hadn't said anything that bad about the army. She knew they had done their best, in what was difficult very situations. She wasn't too sure what she would have done, if it had been her. Heloise should have figured that she was army-the way she'd gone for her weapon, instinct and familiarity. And who else would be given such high tech limbs? Heloise shifted uneasily, uncertainly. She had no right to say to Zornitsa that she should or shouldn't go to the army, but...

"You can go to the base here, if you want. I just feel that if they were going to do something, if they would be able to do something...they already would have done it. Yes, they may have food, a constant supply of water, but how long will that last? How many people have survive, who will go to the army? A lot, probably. What happens if they get over run? Is it better to be in a large group, or a small group? I don't know. Right now, I have food. I have water. I have a gun, and a sword. I have company, and that's all I need right now" was days of not talking, or talking to herself causing her to speak more then she had, probably, in a week? She didn't know, but it was good to be able to talk. "What if we go to them...only to be...taken somewhere, or kept, unable to do anything?"

She sighed softly, rubbing her hands over her face wearily, thinking. What were her plans? It was probably then that she realised the only plan she had had was to find her mother. Simple as that. Could she admit to herself, even now, that she had just been chasing a dream? Was her mother even alive? If she was, she would have been at the house, right? Left a note, something, anything? Heloise cast her mind back to the house. Had there been pictures, photos left behind? It was an important question, because if they were gone...her mother was alive. If they hadn't been, she wasn't. She wouldn't have left the photos behind. She looked up, to Zornitsa. She had to do what was right, not just for herself, but for Zornitsa now. And chasing after a potential goose chase wasn't good for Zornitsa. No. 

Heloise was silent for a few moments, as she composed her thoughts. As she tried to come up with a new plan. 'Some one must know something. Somebody, somewhere must have an idea how to stop this. For all we know it could be some geek, some nerd buried in a cave somewhere, waiting for the chance to do what needs to be done. Or it could be a kid, somewhere thinking this through and in several years, might come up with the way to fix this. Either way, we need to survive. Whether it's just becoming nomads, or finding somewhere to belong I guess. Right now? Right now I guess my plans are to get you up to a good fitness level. Maybe we could stay here, for a few days. Scavenging some food, some supplies, maybe a tent or something. Making ship en of some fuel from cars, get a pick up truck, load it up with as much fuel as we can find." Heloise laid out some options, talking through her thoughts out loud, trying to make sense of her own thoughts. "or we can go to the army, find some answers. Find more options, but I think we should still find all the supplies we can, either way. Give you, and hell, me, a day of rest, or at least a few hours" She finished lamely, "This house should be okay, for the day" she said again. 

She rose restlessly, checking outside again, "If we're going to stay here, then we find a way to keep the door shut, rig up some sort of alarm system, keep our gear together, packed. Jeez, I don't know. I normally find a hole to crawl into for a few hours at a time" She said, almost embarrassed at admitting that. "By myself, being out in the open seemed foolish" She said, as if defending herself. 'What do you want to do? Cause I'll do it" She said softly, looking to Zornitsa, deciding they could risk a candle, if only to be able to have some light. She rummaged in her pack until she found the candle she had. "I don't want to simply control you, and...I don't really have any goals right now beyond surviving" 

That was true. apart from knowing, truly, that he mother was alive or not, she had no goals. So she would be happy to do what zornitsa wanted to do. If she wanted to go to the army, she would. And she'd come up with a plan in case it wasn't what it should be. She wearily sat back down, got herself as comfortable as she was going to, she said softly "I just don't want to be alone anymore"