Either she's missing something, or Asadi's got an even grimmer general outlook than she does. It's hard to say which is more likely. But there's not much point in arguing right now. They find this 'Greta' person - that's step one no matter how the final plan shakes out - and then they can decide what to do next. The thought of holing up again gnaws at her, but if push comes to shove, she might be able to convince Asadi to give her gear one last boost before striking back out on her own.

"Right," she says, hefting the sword up onto her shoulder. Even with the living population drastically reduced as it is, it's not going to be easy to locate one specific person in all of Manhattan. And that's assuming - perhaps too charitably - that Greta hasn't already joined the horde. "Well, you know her best. Where would she go?"

That might be too charitable, too. Asadi's initial charge up the street had been purposeful, but not especially well-reasoned. Rita's not joining her on a directionless slog of unmitigated desperation. They pick a target, then they head out.