Derrick hadn't bothered getting down, if there were infected truly incoming? Stealth wouldn't much play into the equation. However his hand was kept firmly on his sidearm. He was more concerned about the soldier who'd made his presence known. If push came to shove? He'd drop the man in the blink of a hat. However when he actively exposed himself to them, Derrick sighed gently.<br/><br/>It seemed the man was overly trusting to a degree, the opposite of Franka. For all he knew they could have been cannibals who ambushed a group of soldiers and had access to their equipment. Though he could make him out fully with his goggles. The attire was definitely American, the man's voice was also pure Americana.<br/><br/>Derrick glanced around for a second and crouched.<strong>"If there are infected heading in this direction, I'd advise you switch to silent options in terms of defense if possible. A forest is not a good place to get locked into a fight, especially when we don't know how many there are. They tend to have pretty good hearing."</strong>Crossing over towards Franka, he whispered<strong>"What is the best way out of these woods?"</strong>Every odd moment or so, his gaze would go outwards. Keeping fully aware of his surroundings.