Rubbing at the crease of her brow, Faye shakes her head, strands of hair falling to obscure her vision. "I don't know. I can't just let them stay here on the sand, but I might..." She lets a breath through her teeth, nothing above a hiss as she looks out to the lapping water of the ocean. "I might take them out to the ocean, drop them deep into the water. Take them down to Rapture? Somewhere I don't have to think about them, or see them, or worry about being wrong right now."

With a grunt and a sigh, she falls back against the sand, arms folded over her chest. "I should probably tell Dean, too," she murmurs to herself, before turning her gaze Lily's way. "Seems so stupid of me to react, in retrospect. What would be the point of bringing bioterrorism to the island? We're only a couple hundred strong."