"Yeah, can't be helped, I guess." His own failure to stick around and help the patients who were under attack still nagged at him, though he knew there wouldn't have been much he could do. A voice in the back of his head that wasn't his own said it was pointless to worry about them. They were nothing. He shoved it and the lingering guilt away and tried to concentrate on the present.

"Yeah. I'm fine. You up for an excursion, or would you rather take it easy?" The basement would still be there tomorrow, after all. ...probably, anyway.