Before she could dwell on the thought of Joe ripping apart another human being, the soldiers disappeared into the sick bay, and the masses in the hall resumed their previous level of anticipatory chatter, albeit with a lingering undercurrent of unease.
Swallowing to relieve the dryness in her throat, Alessa looked up just as Isaac took this opportunity to exit from his conversation with Lizzie. He held Alessa's gaze, shaking his head ever so slightly to signal his exasperation as he paced up the hall towards her and Janie.
Reaching them, Isaac slid his hand around Alessa's hip and planted a quick, soft kiss on her lips in greeting.
Pulling away reluctantly, Alessa murmured, "Was that about what I think it was about?"