[Tess bristles, steps back, steps forward again, like she doesn't know what to do or how to process this. He killed them. He wholesale slaughtered humanity's last chance –– what good is a girl without a surgeon? What good is immunity with no way to share it? She knows Joel's anger, his brutality, his precision better than anyone, and she doesn't even need to picture it to know how it all went down.

And then she's yelling, not furious but wounded. What was any of this for, then? What did they do this for? Guns they'd never receive? A savior they'd never raise up? Redemption they'd never claim? Or all along, was that just her, only what she wanted?

Questions abound. Tess can't even think with logic, it's just a panic washing over her, as real as the throbbing in her shoulder reminding her that this has all gone so very, very wrong.]

Just... just an hour ago, less than that, I was fucking frantic to find them so maybe we could end this shit, so... so we could make it so no one would ever become Infected again! Did you not see that? Did that not matter?

Fucking Christ, Joel, whatever happened to just cargo?!

[And then she swings to hit him with a flat hand, just smack him across the face at full-force.]