Regular old humans with a deep an unadulterated love for violence. If she were to ask who did it though he'd be slow to answer. Not from his injuries, but how does one explain that the very group of people he'd trusted for the last two years were all too willing to consider the parting of ways something bad? He wasn't really sure that he could. There was still the matter of Kara too and that stung a bit in it's own. "Not sure if that's a good thing or not. Heard those shots hurt." He muttered his lips forming an amused grin in an effort to avoid laughing. His brow crinkled though at the mention of quarantine. Why bother with something like that. More often than not Redd enforced a strict death at first bite policy for the unknowns. "Why? You don't just kill them?"
It was a cold statement. One that Jake tried very hard not to think about overly much. Made it easier to avoid those moral entanglements that people used to be so fond of. For a moment he paused, weighing how much trouble it could bring Nick or even himself if he put that information out there. It couldn't bring too much he decided. Not in the long run anyway. "She'd be 18 now." And that thought made his gut clench. She was technically an adult but he couldn't help thinking of her as the baby girl he'd lost track of two years earlier.
There was a long moment where Jake didn't say a word. If moving were an option he would have shifted on the bed. That detail he wasn't feeling like sharing. "I'd appreciate that. Mean a lot to me for the hand."