Virgil glances between them while they have that little exchange, used to the feeling of being out of the loop; they're mages, he'd have to be stupid not to clue into that, and he feels a faint sense of relief even as he brushes his mind lightly over theirs (static, sharp edges, nothing immediately helpful unless he pushes harder).
"I'm all right," he acknowledges, "Whether or not either of you are hermits is irrelevant to our current situation, let's just get that out of the way- and if you two have any more magic tricks, feel free to lend a hand. I only have so many shots left and I doubt we're going to find much ammunition at a school." He scans the area again and focuses on a slightly less zombie-filled path.
"I think the parking garage is that way, I got disoriented coming out of the administration building- do either of you know how to hotwire cars?" He's already moving at a fair clip, not running but jogging, to conserve energy. Who knew all that survival training would ever come in handy?