"No. Plenty of sign of them, though." In the empty places they left behind and the walking fungi wearing their corpses. Joel shakes his head, that furrow in his brow deepening as the corners of his frown draw downward. He knows there are gears turning behind her outward calm just as well as she knows the same is true on his side, but he won't be the one to jump ahead of them.

"Think there are a lot fewer of 'em left than they'd have us believe."