10k swallowed his guilt, it did not go away but his action of words way of being took over. He was quick to go to his pack and pull out the one spare shirt he had. He looked at it, then down at the one still splattered with dirty and probably some of Cassandra's blood. He pulled one of his knives, made a cut in the shirt and began to pull. He worked a bit and by the time he was done he had two decent masks to tie around their mouths and noses.

He held one out to her after he tied his own. "I'm sorry, I can't change it if you are infected but we can try to save others." His eyes cast down, a wary glance at the drone as the other spoke. Of course, he seemed calm but 10k knew all about keeping your cool when things were less than stellar.

His world had went to hell because of zombies, somehow he landed in this strange place where the virus did not exists and now he had brought it with him. They could tell him it was okay but until he knew he had not infected anyone else, he would not feel okay with his being here in the slightest. It was a weight on his already heavy shoulders. He pocketed his weapons, hooked his back back in place and looked at Sam, waiting for whatever he had to do to not turn this place into a nation of zombies.