He looked bewildered, looking down at their hands. “But... I need to go. I have... a job. I have a job.”
"I have come out of here," he said stubbornly, pulling off his shirt. "I go out often. I just came back here to take a nap.
He shook his head, putting on the new shirt and fumbling with the buttons. "No. I need to do this. I need to. I need to."
"You know. The specimens. For the Plague... thing. The research." He squinted in frustration at the buttons on his shirt, muttering under his breath.
She fixed his buttons, her lips pursed. "Why not? You'll be there to keep danger away and then I can talk to you."