"Yeah, too infected," he murmurs as an explanation. "Sorry about this, kid."

This being Alex dripping off some of the gunk with the purified water he grabbed prior, before moving to peel back the corners of the skin.

Still, he keeps the conversation going. "Yeah, well; we're out of here soon. You said you wanted to go. You don't have to keep to processed and preservatives." He thinks to let the last slip, but adds a clarification. "And you don't owe me a damn thing. I've said this."