Once Zara had her fill of the large amounts of meat she could choose from the woman returned. Her adrenaline had settled down it seemed, so she could think clearly again. Most notable by the fact that she didn't feel like ripping off Kevin's head any more. And looking back, she probably over reacted just a little bit. This part sucked the most. In her little bunker she barely had to deal with people, but now... "Hey Kevin, look...uh..." She sighed, deciding it was better to just get this over with before things became too awkward to even bring it up. "Sorry about blowing up on you. Problem with being someone like me is I quickly become angry when the adrenaline starts pumping. It's not much of an excuse, but it's the only one I've got." That was also about as much as an apology as he was ever going to get from her. Life in the wasteland didn't allow for being sensitive, after all. "I'm a bit jealous that you can control yourself when you go all...were-beast or whatever you were. Would make life a lot easier."

The woman saw Kevin's old clothes laying ripped on the floor. And they looked relatively clean, so she decided to pick up a piece and wipe away the blood on her chin as much as possible. Then she walked to her bike, lifting it off the ground into a standing position, and checking if it wasn't hit by a stray bullet or something. Having to walk the rest of the way, while they had barely started, would suck a lot. "At least I shouldn't have any more outbursts for the next two or three days." She mused as she moved to sit on her bike again. "You good to go, or...?" Zara hoped they could at least reach a small settlement in an old military bunker before nightfall. As it was only slightly off the path they were taking. She didn't remember much from her 'hazy' years, but there was one person she would never forget. The man that had taken her in to help her on her feet. He had put an end to the haze. In return for being able to study her, yes. But she was able to live as she had done up until now because of him. A scientist living at the bunker, with about a dozen men. That is, if they were still all alive of course. "By the way, considering the direction we're going, I want to make a stop somewhere. We should reach it a bit before nightfall if we're lucky, so we can spend the night there as well."