Push that she needs to prove she isn't infected.

"Seriously," you say. "How do I know you aren't one of them?"

"Because I ain't trying to kill you and fuck you at the same time, that's how." She nervously fingers the gun in her lap.

"No, I think you need to stand up and strip, just like I had to."

"Yeah, good luck with that. I got the gun, puta, so I make the rules." She cants her head. "You must be some kind of pervert trying to get me naked."

"I'm not. But you need to strip. We have to trust one another, right?"

She sighs, shakes her head slowly, then looks up at you. "No, we really don't."

"Sure we do," you say. "I trusted you that the woman I came with was infected, and that you wouldn't shoot me if I let you examine me."

"No, puta," she says. "You did those things because you're a coward. A chickenshit. You don't want to die, and you don't want to be out there."

You don't know what to say to that.