When Anise woke up, her body felt heavy, and it took some effort to pull herself out of bed. She was still running a fever, and that rash was only getting bigger. Anise opted to wear one of the institute's sweatshirts to cover most of it, then slathered a layer of makeup on the back of her hand. Maybe it was a futile effort, with her sickly complexion and fatigue being plainly visible, but she felt better if no one could see the one most obvious mark of an infected patient.

Walking in a sort of half-daze, she made her way to the Cafeteria. She didn't feel much like eating, but Anise still picked up some french toast with fruit from the counter.

She saw that Claude and Guy were already seated, though Guy was talking with someone else. Without really thinking much, Anise started towards Claude. It was probably going to be easiest to be around someone who already knew she was sick - getting into that conversation wasn't something she wanted to do first thing in the morning.

The seat across from him was open, so Anise set her tray down, sank into the seat, and seemed to realize belatedly that she didn't even greet him. "... 'Morning," she offered, her voice quiet and a bit uncertain. It took a few moments before she lifted her gaze to look him in the eyes. There was a lot to talk about, but she wasn't sure where to start. "Um... How are you feeling?"