Listen. (He sits down next to her.) Xion's getting worse. A lot worse. When I went into her room last night to tell her good night, she was pacing around and muttering to herself. And when she saw me, she had a panic attack.
(He pulls out the crystal.) This thing is supposed to help. I've been waiting as long as I can, because I don't know what it does, and I want it to be a last resort. Do you think I should call it?
Despite the name- we're actually kind of above-nations, organization wise. We're- a nationless security force.
Not mercenaries- we're sort of- charity workers. But with guns.
The masks are for our own protection. We were out patrolling the woods, in the middle of a quarantine zone.
Yes- these masks prevent our senses from getting messed with.
The latest strain of zombies- they have a stench that'll make you light-headed and dizzy. Basically- not the ideal thing to be, when you're trying to not be a zombie.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

Liman.
(He's standing over her.)