"Virus," her voice cut sharply through the air. "There's an airborne virus, they would transport it through those marbles, and god only knows why they're here other than to raze everything to the ground— so for the love of— would you just go?" Her voice raised in desperation, even as she found herself losing hope with every passing second. The virus had always proved itself to be fast to act, and she had no reason to think that this time would be any exception. Seconds, it took. Seconds, before everyone was in front of her, bleeding out.

The fact that Trip hadn't felt any effects should have said something to her, but it didn't. Panic distorted her sense of time.