"Want, no," Lana murmured. She was about to clarify -- she had no desire to die, but if it was between that and killing children, well -- when a loud shout interrupted them. She actually jumped, her heels clicking on the floor. But by the time she'd regained her balance, her composure was back as well.

"Guilty as charged, Your Honor." Before the good detective had a chance to think she'd actually mistaken him for a judge, she continued. "Whoever put this in my closet didn't volunteer their source, or their motive in giving it to me." She hadn't really thought about it, beyond giving it a quick once-over with a trained former-detective's eye for anything incriminating. Though...it couldn't cause the flu to change, could it? No one else had said anything of the sort, after all.

"Are you free this evening?" That would solve all of their problems, nicely. He was unaffected, and loyal to a fault; the worst that could happen is that he would put himself at risk, and he knew what he was getting himself into. "We could use another set of eyes."