They've shown too much, even more--they go absolutely still.

He. He's. Afraid. Afraid? Afraid. They don't know the subtleties of voice, but back up, back away, surrender is something they do, scared hungry scared.

(Not all Infected attacked all things that moved; only Vessels were not spared from rage over instinct.)

They thump down on their chest and stomach. The wash of pain that hits is less terrible than being--frightening.