It's a valid question, but one she feels better about answering inside. She's figured out staying away from walls is key, and she's holed herself up in the apothecary where she can get to things she needs for the women who are still going into labor.

"We'll make one, but not out here." How old is this young woman? Claire squeezes her hand back reassuringly and keeps hold of her so they don't get separated. She isn't looking to fight, she tries to stay as out of sight as possible, but sometimes that can't happen.

"We need to make it there," she says as she points into the distance, at a solid looking building about a hundred yards in this distance. "Can you run?"