"About the infection?" he asked, his inflection on that last word more sounding like a repetition of something he'd heard a few times. The Scarecrow rubbed idly at his hair, trying to think of all he'd absorbed over the past few days. It was honestly a muddled mess, given everything else on his mind: the basement, the disappearance of the military, the mission, his friends' disappearances, and Depth Charge's absence. There was a lot to think about- more than he was sure his human brain, as damaged at it was, could handle.

He knew there was the warning that some patients were infected with something, but he wasn't sure what that meant in the slightest. He understood he was sick only because his nurse kept insisting he was. It bit at his confidence, to be so ignorant again- he was sure if he'd had his brains, he'd have already figured out not only what it all meant, but how it applied to him, now being human, and how it all tied together with Wizard Landel. Even better was he was positive he'd know how to fix things and go home.

Well, there was no worrying over his missing brains for the moment. He looked down at his arm again, wondering about its condition and if the man before him was implying what he thought he might be. "I saw the nurse on the bus change yesterday, right before our eyes! I thought I would try to find my roommate to ask him about it all, as I think he knows more about humans and how they work than I do at the moment. I haven't seen him for a day or so, and I was afraid they might've taken him and turned him into one of those somethings that roams the halls at night."