Resurrected? She had the power to not just heal, but restore life, and had done so? His own wounds had been dire, but with medical intervention he probably would not have died- although the intervention wasn't something he would have looked forward to, all things considered.
"Good idea. If she healed more than those she knew, she had to have a reason. This place might be that reason, it might not. If no one bears a mark, then we may be able to assume that this was her plan... which makes me wonder what sort of place this really is."
Part of him was glad the residents had not come with them; panic on a large scale was nearly impossible to control, and it tended to bring out the worst in some people. On the other hand, it left only the transplants to help each other, and that could either be brilliant or a tremendous disaster. Time would tell.
"You know this supernatural thing better than I do," Steve said with somewhat of a frown. "I'll help in whatever way I can. Here's to hoping that Meg didn't entirely get her way." An empty toast; she'd had her reasons and had seemed more than confident in her plan- she seemed downright pleased, and that conniving smirk would be burned into his memory.