Sven walked without a hint of swagger in his step and a clear unrefinement in his step. As he walked he placed the gray, dirty gloves to cover his hands. He hated the fact his abilities were so contagious but the issue was not debatable. The guards ahead worse medical masks as to keep safe. He wasn't a bad person at heart or one to attack at random but it was a simple hazard for the men to not wear such without the gloves on. Despite being somewhat dirty and beaten lookeing an odd smile hit svens face as he walked into the room and saw the other boy. He sat down quietly and looked at the boy. he looked like a zombie. There was nothing to get from him, he was to blank to tell anything from.