The Osprey shoots some more survivors, nailing each one. After a while, she curls into a sleeping bag she'd found in an apartment while walking around. She sighs as she looks up at the stars, wondering about the boy she'd crossed before. Something about him... stumped her, and it's unnerving. She makes a silent promise that should she see the boy again, he's on her 'shoot on sight' list. A relatively short list, reserved for the unfortunate few that irritate her a little too much. She contemplates the tremor in her hand when she took the shot, and yet every other shot had been just like always: clean, efficient, lethal.