[Oh, my god. What if she just got up and moonwalked out of here, she needs to leave. She doesn't, though; instead, she lets her derringer fold back inside her sleeve and straightens up so she can look at them both better.]

Okay. You're still in the early stages. [By which she means he hasn't tried to eat anyone yet??] So we have a few weeks-- [She doesn't want to say until it gets bad, she doesn't want to think about that, so she just stops and starts over, plowing through like she always does.] We have a few weeks to find a cure. In the meantime, there are things we can do. Sedatives...