It might show in the look that flashes over her sharp features the impact those words have. She's blind to the glance from Joel as she stares across at Shepard feeling like the wind has been kicked out of her gut.

Tess can't help it when she has to force herself to swallow, hand coming up to unconsciously rub against the right crook of her neck. She doesn't feel comfortable with the sensation of something moving underneath the skin there.

"No one can cure a fucking plague." They're harsh words but they're the truth, she and Joel would know that from first-hand experience, her especially.

A short look is thrown at Joel as she then turns away. It's time to get a move on.