Rita lapses into a silence that is only somewhat satisfied and definitely doesn't qualify as 'companionable.' But silence is better than talking for plenty of reasons, and at least now she knows Asadi's head isn't entirely in the sand.

They make it to Park without incident, but the avenue is too wide and unobstructed for them to escape the notice of a ragged cluster of zombies a few blocks away. "Company," Rita says with a nod. And they're runners, too - that's just perfect.

Rita doesn't wait to meet them. She charges forward, the suit elongating her stride, and swings her sword in a vicious arc, cleaving the frontrunner in half. No resets, no fuck-ups, no option but to get the job done. She rounds on another, using her own momentum to send the blade straight through the putrified remains of its abdomen, severing its spine. It still claws at her blindly; she lifts a fist to its head and spares a short burst of gunfire at point-blank range, shredding its skull into an unrecognizable, pulpy mess. Still gotta conserve ammo.

But hey, the suit's working. And this is vastly preferable to sitting in some random flat.