"Oh, come on," Lily says, sitting down in the sand, legs folded under her. There isn't anything in her own life to compare it to, but she can understand the reaction anyway. "You had no way of knowing," she points out, looking around at the marbles again. There's so many of them and she tries, for a moment, to imagine her own reaction to them if she'd had even an idea that they might be something dangerous. That they might be a virus. She can't imagine anything other than fear, a gut reaction to a threat.

"Besides, I don't necessarily see the point of most of what happens on the island," she points out. "Logic isn't exactly the most defining presence behind the things that go on here, it seems." The things that were out of their control, anyway, and even if she didn't want to think about something like that happening, she didn't see why it couldn't. After nearly a year here, she'd heard more than a few stories about the dangers that had come and gone in the past.