He shivered, but his skin wasn't hot to the touch. Was he ill or was he allergic to something? As he was wondering and worrying he remembered the injection and he remembered Ariadne's execution. "Poison, I think," he said, putting two and two together and coming up with a concerning four. They wouldn't kill him outright, that wouldn't be entertaining enough, but he was sure they'd be happy to watch them suffer.

"We need to get to shelter." He didn't think he'd be able to defend himself if someone was to take advantage and attack.