"It isn't like there is anything else you can do," Scar clarified, shifting to get more comfortable. "And the madman on the speaker made it clear that there is something more sinister going on with this... disease." It wasn't this girl's job to take care of him. He felt like he would pass out at any moment, anyway.

"You've done what you can, and I am thankful. But I'm sure there is something else you need to get to." By Scar's logic, he was about as safe as one could get during the night time, and he was only going to wake in his room again tomorrow morning.