Amelia crossed a leg over the other, crossing her arms across her chest as she still seemed some what guarded. Likely due to a long hard history of finding it hard to trust. However she still answered the question, after all it was only history. "Stationed in Florida. The US wanted to build a long blockade from Jacksonville to Perry mobilising a bulk of both the US army and the British RAF to secure the whole of Miami. I assume they wanted it for the beaches since they could set up medical tents, supply drops and evacuations there. But there just wasn't enough time. Between controlling the infection in Miami and keeping the rest of it out we just didn't have the man power to do it" she said as she stared off for a moment. "We ran for the beaches, Thinking we would be evacuated by the helicopters and boats that were already there. But when they got there, nothing. They'd either been killed or had already left. We spent the next months making our way out of Florida. By the time we got to Panama City there was about three of us left. We split up after that" she said as she turned to face him, "I kept moving this way, and ended up here. No plan, no direction. Just... keep going" she said with a light shrug.