Zoey has been on the move since this started. Since the earthquake. She might not have her gift of sight here but she knows a warning, a portent, when she sees one. Thankfully, whatever had brought her here, or whatever had had some influence on it, had seen fit to give her weapons. She doesn’t know if that was just luck or something more, but it doesn’t matter. She’s gathered more since she first arrived here, done what she can to gather more. She’s always been better with blades than guns. (Note to self; ask Raylan to teach her to shoot after all this is over.)

She’s keeping an eye out for her fellow Interlopers, as she fights. Those that have been here with her a while, and those who are more newly arrived. And when she sees him, an unfamiliar figure that reminds her of Crozier a little, on his knees beside the dead body of a Forest Talker (in shock; he's in shock), she’s moving instinctively as she catches sight of another Forest Talker moving towards him, murderous intent on their face.

And she races through the snow placing herself between the Forest Talker and the man on his knees. As she runs, she palms a throwing dagger and sends it lashing out to hit the attacker in his left leg.