[ Nothing has come by in the time North has stationed himself there so when York approaches, he slings his rifle to his back and turns to follow him inside. Normally he would have answered to that first part, but small talk about what they'd encountered out there is now the furthest thing from his mind. He pulls his helmet off and pushes his hand through his hair before answering. ]

Yes, I did. I need to tell you about what happened when we met up.

[ Normally here he'd suggest they sit down, but that wasn't wise in their heavy suits of armor. Instead he sets his helmet down on the counter and approaches York to tell him face-to-face. ]

I can't sugarcoat this, Sean. You know Kara, she met everything head on. I don't know how she got into the situation she was in, but I saw that she was bitten. I didn't have any other choice but to do what I did. [ He set his gauntleted hand on the other man's arm, clasping it. ] I'm sorry, truly sorry, that I had to. I've seen what happens, she would have turned into one of them. From what I know of her, she wouldn't have wanted that fate.

[ For now he's sparing York details. He's already delivering harsh news, York doesn't need to hear about the grenade or the chunk that had been taken out of her arm right out of the gate. He'll let York absorb this, and York can ask questions later as he feels able. ]