#synithis

"THAT'S IT, there's no saving you now," Leon teases, though with a visible grimace at the thought— enough to make it obvious that the horror in her voice resonates with his... extensive experience. He flips through a mental catalogue of memories, all the missions he left covered in blood and gore and any other nasty shit that he found himself wishing he knew less about. Hardly just one example to give to Grace. The look on his face will suffice. Still, he throws a smile her way, and lifts his hand to squeeze her shoulder. "It's a rite of passage. Just make sure you brush your teeth really good when we get out of this."

".... What if you held onto it? I'm better - much better with a blade anyhow. Any of those scattered around this hellhole?" Another tease, this time muttered with much more ease once she finally caught the blonde's eye. ( Part of it could be called teenage arrogance, thinking she's invincible... but the more likely story was knowing she wasn't and looking for the closest adult to tell her it'd be okay, one way or another. )

Her response is a gesture down to the pool of infected blood gathered next to the nearest surprise ( a rotting corpse that he nearly tripped over ), and it takes all the willpower that Michael can muster up to not immediately ask if she's insane. He does not have enough self-control to curb his expression, though: blinking incredulously, brows raised high. "You— ... you're fucking serious?" Glance down to the blood, back up at her... repeated a couple times in utter disbelief. "It's blood. The hell do you want me to do with this?"