"[i]Baby?[/i]" Darrin's jaw dropped, then he rounded on Mattie. "You got [i]knocked up?[/i] Who with? This prick?" he demanded, gesturing toward Jacob. He was furious. A baby in a time like this. Plus, Mattie didn't seem like the type to go around getting knocked up. It occurred to him that she could have been assaulted, and it only made him more agitated. "Holy shit!" 

"I didn't get knocked up, idiot, we found him," snarled Mattie. She turned around, surprised to see that Nicholas was sitting up and wasn't bound. It was a relief, but the timing wasn't exactly optimal. She was torn between making sure he was okay and  catching up with Darrin, if the boy would calm down. "This isn't the best time for family introductions," she muttered the obvious fact, and decided that her brother looked to be in okay shape. Clearly he hadn't eaten enough--pang of guilt--but he wasn't in as serious a condition as Nicholas, who she approached. 

Darrin grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "He's infected! Why haven't you two popped a cap on him?" 

Mattie turned and crossed her arms. "Where did you learn that phrase?" He didn't answer. Bristling, she knelt and put a hand on Nicholas' shoulder. "I'm sure some water's in order," she said gently, though with an undercurrent of tension. Her brother had been troubled, but nice, when he'd set off. Other than the note. She wondered what had happened to him; he certainly hadn't had that scar. She took a bottle from one of the packs and offered it to Nicholas.