Josh is, frustratingly, caught off guard when the big redhead stands, and he makes an automatic and ill-advised effort to follow suit... which ends with him collapsing back onto his ass before he gets six inches off the bed, his stomach twisting and his head pounding in protest as he tries to follow the older man's words. What he does manage to process has his hands flexing anxiously into the bedding to either side of his thighs, the 'bigger picture' the man's already mentioned once before finally starting to come at least a little clear. He drops his chin to his chest, brow creased in consternation as he works his way laboriously through the explanation and its implications, and after a moment he swallows hard and looks up again, still frowning.

"How are you getting her and the others out?" Because if this is really the carefully planned intelligence gathering mission he's implying then he and whoever he's working with have to have an extraction plan, right? And... for now he's just not going to let himself think about whether he believes that silver poisoning, real or faked, will be enough to keep her from being... touched for those first few days.