[Wylan nods in understanding, looking serious. It's an earnest offer. He's glad to have something to do, and he may not look like it, but he's gotten good at running away. It's his favorite escape strategy, though usually he's running after setting off one of those mentioned fancy explosives.]

I can run. And I have ways to divert their attention if we need to.

[As Fugo continues, Wylan falls silent, twisting the strap of his satchel with one hand. He worries at his bottom lip, as the almost contradictory facts are brought to light. Fugo's right. The number of infected should be decreasing, but by the sounds from outside, Wylan doesn't believe they are. It almost seems like they're increasing.]

Are they finding more people to infect? There could be civilians lost out there...