There's wetness behind his eyes when Tim blinks, holding in the wariness better than he's holding in the pain of relief. He hadn't scouted the crowd for familiar faces, no, but with the growing group he's yet to see a friend.

He figures, his own anxiety has got to be worse than hypothermia.

And the twisted and horrible fate of the men dead here was definitely worse than... well. Unable to finish the thought, Tim clears his throat. "Blood."

To clarify, "At the... autopsy. We... the kid. He got a sample of the woman's blood. We tested it."

He steps towards Louis, composure beginning to once again take over his blue eyes. He says, "And we found something."