The look on Lana's face, for a split second, might have given away exactly how painful she found optimism. Then it smoothed over into something in between bland and exhausted, as he reiterated the same symptoms back to her. She couldn't hide the symptoms, but she could hide in them, at least a little.

"And sleeping is the last thing either of us can afford to do." She sighed, and pressed a hand to her temples. "I just hope a cold is all it is."

"He didn't say anything unusual, last night, did he?" She'd fallen asleep after eating, and the next thing she'd known the reveille was blaring out -- if there'd been any cryptic hints to this, she'd missed them. Nothing on the bulletin, which pointed to no, but assumptions were a fool's errand.