A broken stick? Cecilia raised an eyebrow in his direction, wondering if he'd elaborate, but deciding not to push it. Instead she kept pace with him, giving him a wide berth for as much his comfort as her own. Cecilia needed her space bubble, and her favorite kinds of people were the people who understood how important that was.
The question caused her to chew at her bottom lip, and she wasn't really sure how to go about answering that. By no means was she about to share Marco's secret or even name names, but to a certain extent she felt as though people had a right to know their situation. At the same time, knowing that the bastards put someone in this place with a condition he could absolutely die from? Could just as easily start a panic. She had to settle for a safe compromise somewhere in the middle. "There's someone sick, in kind of a bad way," she said, quietly. "I have no way of knowing if they treated them at all. If this person's on the tail end of his symptoms, or if it's really just starting. I can hope for the best, but I need to prepare for the worst."