Havelock shrugs.

"It was too fast for any normal infection. I had barely taken my eyes off you both before he... changed."

His tone is mildly and almost unconsciously apologetic.

(He should have known not to look away. Then again, isn't hindsight always perfect like that?)

Meanwhile, he continues examining the dead flesh before him. The wound can't be more than a few hours old, he thinks. Promising, that neither of them have yet showed symptoms.