[ There's a twinge of irritation in her gut that he just doesn't get it  — but that's not her, and that's not his fault. That's just the virus eating at her patience. So she listens carefully (with a few deep breaths to soothe herself), and reaches to take those hands, pull them down to where she can better give them both a reassuring squeeze. ]

You're looking at it too big, Sigma. You couldn't lock them all up, let them all loose, or killed them all if you tried. All we can handle is us and ours, one thing at a time. Between you and me, that's all the resources we got right now.

[ And as Audentes, true, they have a wider range, and they might have to come together and make a decision like this... But Ramir's scope is significantly narrowed lately, and immediate friends are all she can manage while she's also managing herself. ]