[Jordan doesn't want to feed the roses. She worries about that, wondering how long they'll be satisfied with the scraps the feeders give them before dragging some unsuspecting person under their leaves and vibrant petals. She's heard whispers of kids going missing, but with a land as messed up and dangerous as this one, it could have been literally anything. Not just roses.

Still, she feels herself drawn to them, walking around the perimeter where they're fenced in – not that it helps. She can see one plant weaving through the slats of the fence, reaching out. Waiting.

She's about to move on when she hears the guy go off. Even without her senses, she can smell blood over the scent of flowers. He got too close, like an idiot. Moving a few feet from the crawling plant, she hops the fence and jogs over to him.]

You should clean that first. It's not like we've just got bottles of medication laying around for us here. [She unclips the canteen from her hip and grabs the guy's hand. Nevermind the fact that they don't even know each other, or that she's just ordering some guy around or anything. Forget that. The water is a little warm when she pours it over his palm, watching pink water run to the ground.] Infections could be deadly.