Carol wasn't the only one who was feeling helpless and honestly having their patience tried by this virus. Killian didn't know what to do. This was too much like what happened to his brother oh so many years before. Emma was sick and he had this affinity for her that he couldn't put out of his mind... but he had no capabilities to help her. In this moment in time he even told himself that if his choice was between killing the Dark One and saving Emma's life...he would choose her. Anyone that knew him would know that was a huge development in his way of thinking. How, in such a short time, did someone like Emma get under his skin so easily?
The thoughts stung him like annoying little bees and instead of sitting there continuing to stroke at his face or drive his hook tip into the desk he sat on he decided to move. To push off of the desk he sat and walk down the halls towards the exit and the back exit with a dark cloud about him and a glower on his face. He didn't want that ridiculous Swan to die here in this wretched world without her son but even more so he didn't want to think about it.
Getting past the sentry wasn't exactly the hardest thing for a pirate to do and he knew if he left with someone that he would likely skin them to get his aggression out. Perhaps a bit of an exaggeration but he was in a an unsociable mood. If only he was on his ship, things would be different. He was king there... here he was just another face in the crowd and not an entirely adept one at that.
He was thinking on this as he walked through the woods with his sword drawn when he laid eyes on a woman crouched in the foliage. Honestly? If she weren't a woman he might not have taken the time to notice that one of the undead was closing in behind her silently. Maybe she would turn in time to kill it herself, but maybe she wouldn't. So he crossed over, no doubt garnering his attention with the way the leaves crunched under his boots, and struck his sword down on the monster. It was an easy kill, the zombie hit the ground in a silent pile of decay and he turned his gaze to the woman, spinning the sword in his hand expertly to relieve it of blood and guts before he slid it into its place at his belt.
"Paying a little bit more attention to your surroundings couldn't hurt, you know." he commented with a sarcastic terse smile on his face. He recognized her from the prison and continued on to say "Either that or choose your partner more carefully next time you venture out." He knew that he had broken the rules... but that didn't mean she did too. He assumed he was the only rotten rulebreaker around.