'Freeze.' Deathly as ice, the splitting roar hits a young man's ears. The instant he turns to look in the voice's direction, he finds a crossbow bolt embedded deep into the soil, a mere inch from his feet. 'S—Save me!' His legs go limp, and he falls to the ground. 'If you really want to save your own life, then return what you stole.' Schwarz is stood on the rooftop, looking down on him coldly. 'Oripathy put me out of work everywhere! I'll starve to death if I don't eat any longer!' Schwarz's eyes seem to pierce through him, and in a flash, anger overtakes him. 'You're Infected too, aren't you! Why can't you just let me go?!' Schwarz is silent for a moment, then gives a faint sigh. 'Because this is the only way you get to keep living. Also, if you can't find work, you can come to Rhodes Island. Give it a shot.' The man is startled for a spell the moment his anger abates, already beginning to feel rueful. 'Really?' he asks, out of disbelief. Schwarz doesn't reply. She simply turns and leaves. She knows colleagues of hers will be there to help deal with his case. Come to Rhodes Island. Colleagues. She's reminded of when she'd just joined Rhodes Island, on the heels of a clash with certain others after having almost killed a target. It's almost hard for her to believe where she is now. Rhodes Island's usual mission assignments are barely as complicated as she was braced for before she joined, but she hasn't missed people's whispers of what combat veterans like her have done before, and what they'll do again. She knows why she doesn't fall in their ranks—she joined Rhodes Island accompanying Lady Ceylon, and not out of any sort of personal belief. The thing is— She stops. Looks back. And sure enough, a fellow coworker is comforting the dejected youngster. An Infected. For the longest time, Lady Ceylon's dedication to curing Schwarz's Oripathy never really clicked with her, because she never felt her life was that important, nor did she think Oripathy was that exceptional. But once she came to Rhodes Island, she realized how in a certain sense, she was honestly lucky. She'd never been treated unfairly for her own disease. But no doubt, she was an Infected too. She used to always accompany Lady Ceylon as she fumed, wait until she'd calmed down, and then brew her a cup of black tea. Lately, she's realized she sort of gets Lady Ceylon now. 'Schwarz, did you catch the thief?' Just as she's barraging a local with geology questions, Ceylon sees Schwarz has come back, and waves excitedly at her. She nods, and is there by Ceylon's side in just a few short leaps. 'Schwarz, I've just heard about a group of homeless Infected banding together to attack passersby. I know we're in the field right now and it's beyond the mission's scope—could I leave it to you?' 'Milady.' It crosses her mind. Maybe I can do a little more.