[ McCree's passing by--meaning 'scavenging for band-aids and other basic things to steal and keep in his room'--when he spots Fareeha laid up on one of the cots. He immediately stops rummaging in the cabinets and goes to her, his expression furrowed with concern. Dread coils in his stomach. He hopes to God that she's just got a touch of space flu or something, that she isn't here for the reasons he suspects she is. ]
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Hey, darlin'.
[ He speaks softly, kneeling by her cot. ]
What's going on? Are you in quarantine?
[ A half-joke. ]