When Joe lets go of Drake he takes a few quick steps back, frozen there watching as much in horror as reluctance to abandon the guy, but... yeah, Peter's right. There's obviously nothing they can do for the guy, he's now fighting something within himself. Mutation or parasite, he can't tell, and it's terrifying either way.

He looks from his friend trying to drag him away to the gore exploding from Joe's face, and resists for just a moment longer, lifting his device and trying to navigate back to the camera. It's not respectful, but they should get some kind of proof before they run. Unfortunately, the communicator doesn't respond.

"Fuck," Drake curses under his breath, frustrated and disturbed. That's it, then. They're out. He lets Peter's urgent tugging guide him as they book it, not fully looking away from Joe until they're what he deems a safe distance to turn his back. They run the whole way back to Anchor and straight into decontamination, and Drake slams the button to seal the doors and start the protocols.

It feels like his heart is going to pound out of his chest, a sensation he still hasn't gotten reaccustomed to despite it happening plenty during the final Null invasion. He does his best to keep his breathing even, staring at the closed security doors.

"...we're sorry, Joe." And then he's turning to Peter, looking him over worriedly. "You're okay, right Peter?"

Physically, he means. They might both be having nightmares after that scene.