Erik was at a disadvantage here, being practically surrounded by super-geniuses with what amounted to flight medic training. Ask him to operate a Yas'ur or perform an air-sea rescue and he was your dude. How to literally cure a disease? Not so much, but he spoke up nonetheless once a silence presented itself. “OK, so we need to figure out how the virus is constructed. We can use your lab to isolate its genetic sequence and determine its resistance to T4 and T8 cells.“ Yeah, he read Wikipedia, so what, "but we need someone to extract a viral sample. I’ll go, I’m not useful here.” He eyeballed Peter and Jean and Bruce and all the other probable-PhDs pointedly. The entire time this had gone on he’d been alert and watchful-he’d received generic hostage negotiation training in the past; but it really just boiled down to comply and survive. He’d been ready to act at a moment’s notice, but he wasn’t in the habit of playing hero, especially if it meant other people got punished for his misgivings. Now, he could take action.
“It sounds like you’re plenty useful.” Bruce returned. Still, he had no reason to argue. Someone had to get a sample and truthfully, it didn’t matter who did it as long as someone was up to the potentially dangerous task. “Pause for one second, though, we need to be on the same page. There are people in there that might mess up the results. Anyone that’s injured or has any kind of uh, serum. That won’t work for everyone.” The injuries might have meant that other things were not only going on but many were given other medications to either dull that pain or to keep way other infections. It would skew the results. “We need someone who isn’t powered.”
He then continued on to add, “And, you need to be careful. We don’t know how contagious this virus is. Which means take as many precautions as you can.”