[He's already turning her around to lead her back to her room, it doesn't help that they pass half a dozen doors full of moaning patients in no better shape.]

Not a damn thing yet, feels like we've been chasing our tails for days.

[He's tired, sure, but stubborn enough to have escaped the illness so far. It helped that he wore every bit of doubt on his sleeve. It was hard to harbor guilt with a loud mouth like his.]

Do you want a mild sedative? Might calm a few of those ants in your pants.