Josie Quinn pointed to one of the women. "You speak first."
The woman flinched, shrinking back, but still stammered, "We... were saved by them. The food... was always shared equally. Whenever we found someone asking for help, we'd do what we could."
The woman didn't dare look up as she answered, while the others beside her all seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
Josie Quinn took it all in. "Alright. You, you, and you—the three of you stay. The other four can leave."
The men who hadn't been chosen—a mix of young and old—stared wide-eyed. "Why? We haven't even answered yet."
'Why? As if I didn't live through three years of the apocalypse in my past life for nothing?'
'I wasn't asking to hear their answers, but to confirm my own judgment.'
'Now that I have my answer, I naturally don't need them to reply.'
"Got a problem with it?"
Josie Quinn's single question shut them up. This wasn't a place where they got to object.
