[She eyes him more, but he doesn't look super alien-ish. Nothing like the Covvies, and he seems...fine enough. So. Other than being some strange guy and sick, she has no reason to hurl him into a wall.

She considers following him or taking off, but she's more than curious how shitty this flu is, what to prep herself for. So she follows, at a safe distance, not sitting on the bench but close enough to talk still]

You got cybernetic bits, or that thing on your head organic?