Her optics narrow briefly as she looks from the girl to Jesse. But it's her Ghost which speaks, softly. "They thought she would be one of the zed."

"They didn't check," Blaze counters grimly. Not that throwing blame about is any use, but the implications anger her and she's no good at hiding that. Among other things. Most things. She's quiet for a second before she fixes her attention on Jesse, asks straight out: "Does it still hurt, where you're injured?"