[Whereas for Giovanni, in the thick of it, maintaining quarantine borders and now dealing with the myriad dead, there's been no escaping the immensity of the mortality rate, the sheer glut of death. What it means, where events will go from here-- well. He can only anticipate that things have been set in motion now, that the Quad will stir and shift in volatile ways and for something like him, it'll be interesting. More chances to get out and play.

The more far-reaching impact of all this, how far it will spiral, it's not for him to speculate. He'll leave it to those who matter.

As things stand, the eyeroll drags a laugh out of him, a bright abrupt clatter of sound, and when the question comes he answers readily enough. As close to amicable as he's likely to come.]

Ten miles further south.

[And he points with one slim, pale finger.]

They wouldn't want the corpse bonfires too close to those who may yet make a recovery, now. It might upset them.

[And again, there's that wry edge to his voice, something that borders on derisive.]

And perhaps I ought to assume you're trying to insult me, but in truth I'm not opposed to making a swift exist. This place...it's not terribly exciting.

[Kanda's train of thought, it's not exactly wrong-- there'd been some measure of interest in this at first, but already his restlessness is beginning to show, a cold jitter through his veins and behind the ribs, something wanting outoutout and it really is only a matter of time. Things like the Dogs, they really are best kept occupied. Boredom breeds frustration breeds violence, and that's not something this moon needs right now.]