"I'll measure the pace," she promised. It was only partially a lie. She knew roughly what she could take before collapsing, and she'd be covering up soon, just in case this was infectious. "Death... isn't an issue for me, really, but we need some of us not going out of commission if we're going to treat everyone."

At the question, she shook her head, putting her foot on the door to brush it a little open. "She handles the register. Nothing too fancy, but she does what she can. It frees me up to prep medicine. She's actually kind of sweet," she said. "She'll follow directions just fine if I ask nicely."