Julia watched on quietly as a man stepped out from the blackened remains of the building in front of them, noting his fair coloring and the hint of a lilt to his voice that spoke of possible Irish descent. Both of her hands squeezed slightly on the straps of her backpack in brief compromise for not stepping forward and getting a closer look. To the naked human eye he seemed fine, wasn't showing any of the early onset signs of infection, but there were a number of places someone could hide the bite on their body if they had the forethought to do so. But her biggest clue that he was free of infection without being able to physically examine him were in the eyes.
She'd noticed in the past, during the few times she’d seen the infection progress from beginning to full term, that there was a dull milkiness that circled the iris well before death. The reasons behind it she didn't know, after all she wasn't a doctor and she hadn't been in a lab setting since school, but from the way this man's eyes looked he seemed fine to her. That was a good sign and Julia nodded slightly to herself, some of the tension in her shoulders easing.