He did, as far as he's concerned, stepping forward with the gun still in hand, at the ready, that skull-like helmet tilting slightly in Rico's direction. "I gave her a clean death."

So much as could be expected. A neat little hole in her forehead and some blowout behind her, sure, but a good deal more quick and painless than her transformation would be. He feels nothing at all for the people now panicking and scrambling, nor the man vomiting in the corner. He had no control over these people's reactions. But only their ability to steel themselves would save them.

"There will be worse. And she will not be the last, if these people aren't taken to a more secure location. We should spend less time talking, more moving."