Claire jerks her head up at that, giving it a negative shake and gesturing off somewhere to the north. There's no heat in her reply, though she certainly feels strongly about it.

"Steph, I don't think anyone can ever really be ready for the end of the fucking world. It's a scale that's so far beyond anything I've ever even imagined that I don't know if I even fully comprehend it."

Her shoulders sag and she leans back against a barrel.

"I'm just a dumbass that managed to survive a single night in a zombie infested hellhole. I don't even know how to begin preparing to fight a goddamn dragon."