Ellie winces at the question, knowing immediately that she phrased it like an asshole. Apparently the emotional maturity likes to abruptly cut out sometimes, usually at the worst possible moments.

Derrica knows that it's not meant to slight her, but emotions are high and everyone's feeling vulnerable, going without sleep and food. It's been a shitty time.

"Because I don't want you to have to get used to this fucking place," Ellie says, still phrasing it roughly, but hopefully it gets the point across. "And if it had been you in the other room and not me, if you'd been bitten instead-"

Ellie pauses, and there's a slip there, a crack. Just a touch of that fear and fatigue and lingering panic that Derrica might have expected from the wound itself. From what she'd just gone through.

"You or any of the others." It's a pit in her stomach. "I don't wanna think about it."