[A point of commonality between them, then, both weapons with a bonedeep expectation of destruction, trying to follow orders - or, at least, requests - that don't fit with their view of the world. Giovanni would merrily kill them all without qualms if it weren't for the expectations of others among their number, newly taken on board.

But here they are, dragging the unconscious bodies of the wounded infected along with them, sparing rather than ending. It's a strange thing.

Giovanni nods, and then when the offer comes he thinks it over for only a moment before expressing his acquiescence.]

Why not? I'd only be doing the same. And if we're going to end up lugging infected around the place, it's a little easier with two sets of hands.