Growing something extra is the least of their worries especially considering how Negan is a little extra already. He makes sure Negan is out and clear before he scrambles out himself, wincing as he gets a splinter lodged in his palm and smacks the corner of his head against the edge of the small opening on his way out.

He doesn't really feel like they can breathe easy once they're outside but he does heave a sigh of relief once he's well clear of the museum, warm breath visible in the cold, the edges of his palms resting on the tops of his knees. Maybe he's being overly paranoid about it, but he's pretty sure he's breathed some in. Negan would have, too. There looked to be a hole in the far corner where some snow was coming in, so. Maybe the whole town's breathed some in. Who the hell knows at this point.

"Are you alright, friend?"