[ the gunman with the weapon of an arm goes silent, and it's something that looks familiar on him - confusion. again and again and again, from the moment his eyes cracked open in the box and all he could recall was a single name. on every other kid each time something new and horrible came up that they didn't understand, because WICKED had wiped everything from them.

however, not the greatest time to be blank. which, he doesn't actually seem. at least, not totally, unless he's just very good at keeping his calm. ]

Hey, don't worry about, man. [ thomas is rushing to add in, crouching back down at the edge of the roof - figures in the distance still in sight (and thankfully, still in distance). ] It, uh. It happens to all of us.

[ that what they'd said when he showed up, right? sure. sounds good. ]

The Flare's a virus, it's airborne. It, um... It drives you nuts. [ nuts, savage, violent, murderous. not to mention, the cannibalism. ] Chances are, if WICKED dropped you in this klunkpot, you're Immune, but it's not something you wanna take a chance on.