[ That wasn't what he was going to ask, but it seems pertinent to know, anyway. ]

Great. Just how many people are we going to have to worry about trying to eat each other, around here?

[ That's not a real question, muttered half under his breath, as he tries to run back a mental inventory of all of the supposed disinfectants and antibiotics they might have found, in the hospital. (Everything from there is dicey, as far as Arcade is concerned. It wasn't exactly the most promising spot to salvage, even if that didn't stop him from hoping.) ]

How long has it been, since you were bitten? Did you wash any of the wounds, initially?