[ She says it blandly, clearly missing his reference – but that goes for most Terran analogies – as she starts to work the IV properly out. She hisses with slight discomfort when she pulls it free, and carelessly allows the tube to fall from the side of her bed as she rubs her hand along her arm.
She watches him steadily from her own bed, and then: ]
You look like hell.
[ ... Oh. Charming.
Though there's something in her tone that isn't necessarily a criticism; it's almost apologetic, because she can't help but assume that whatever she had, she'd gone and given it to Peter. She recalls that none of the others were displaying symptoms, and Peter couldn't have come into contact with that residue (if that truly was the culprit), so... logically, it could only have come from her.
no subject
[ She says it blandly, clearly missing his reference – but that goes for most Terran analogies – as she starts to work the IV properly out. She hisses with slight discomfort when she pulls it free, and carelessly allows the tube to fall from the side of her bed as she rubs her hand along her arm.
She watches him steadily from her own bed, and then: ]
You look like hell.
[ ... Oh. Charming.
Though there's something in her tone that isn't necessarily a criticism; it's almost apologetic, because she can't help but assume that whatever she had, she'd gone and given it to Peter. She recalls that none of the others were displaying symptoms, and Peter couldn't have come into contact with that residue (if that truly was the culprit), so... logically, it could only have come from her.
She did this to him. ]