[--Well, at least the man doesn't seem. Terribly...concerned about it....mistaking his irked tone for offense at the question, Mob draws to a halt and stops reaching for his tissues, though he can't help but keep eyeing the hand wound with some continuing concern despite himself.]
You're not worried about getting sick, like them? ...That's good. [Mob still can't help but be somewhat worried himself, admittedly, but the man sounds assured enough that he must have a good reason for it. Mob doesn't think he's ready to argue the point either way. And if he does get sick, Mob's heard there's medicine around for that now, at least...
Speaking of infected, though--the wire is offered his way, and Mob blinks down at it before accepting it automatically, looking back up to the suspended infected again. Oh, right...shouldn't leave that person hanging up there forever, probably.]
Yes, I think. Um... [Mob hesitates underneath the infected with the wire in hand, for a moment, before deciding to let the wire float up into the air with a telekinetic bump as well. The safest bet is probably...to not get touched by the infected if he can help it, after all, and leaving them up in the air until they're tied seems like the safest thing to do. It's simple enough that Mob doesn't need to raise a hand this time, simply keeping the wire within his line of sight and imagining it bending and knotting around the infected's arms and ankles--which it does.
Mob turns back to Thor as the newly-tied infected person begins to very slowly descend back to the ground behind him, eventually getting laid on their side to froth with relative harmlessness.] ...Thank you, for helping me. Are you with Audentes?
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You're not worried about getting sick, like them? ...That's good. [Mob still can't help but be somewhat worried himself, admittedly, but the man sounds assured enough that he must have a good reason for it. Mob doesn't think he's ready to argue the point either way. And if he does get sick, Mob's heard there's medicine around for that now, at least...
Speaking of infected, though--the wire is offered his way, and Mob blinks down at it before accepting it automatically, looking back up to the suspended infected again. Oh, right...shouldn't leave that person hanging up there forever, probably.]
Yes, I think. Um... [Mob hesitates underneath the infected with the wire in hand, for a moment, before deciding to let the wire float up into the air with a telekinetic bump as well. The safest bet is probably...to not get touched by the infected if he can help it, after all, and leaving them up in the air until they're tied seems like the safest thing to do. It's simple enough that Mob doesn't need to raise a hand this time, simply keeping the wire within his line of sight and imagining it bending and knotting around the infected's arms and ankles--which it does.
Mob turns back to Thor as the newly-tied infected person begins to very slowly descend back to the ground behind him, eventually getting laid on their side to froth with relative harmlessness.] ...Thank you, for helping me. Are you with Audentes?