"I'd love to be a part of that," Sam said, before realizing it was probably a little insensitive. It wasn't on purpose. She just really missed doing science. And this was something she was actually good at. "I can help rig up some equipment. When you live in a post-apocalyptic world, you get good at improvising tech. And I can read blood like the funny pages."

Why did she say that?

Sam cringed.

"I mean...you know what I mean."

She really just wanted to...belong. Serve a purpose. Maybe even be fucking useful to someone.