"Well, if you stay in your house long enough and only come out every once in a while for food, I'm sure that you could probably manage decently," he offers, because he's had long stretches of weeks where nothing of consequence happens at all, so he's fairly sure that she could probably manage, too.

"I was in charge of researching flus, massive diseases, that sort of thing." He waits a beat, collecting and capping some more water. "I may have gone overboard and a little fatalistic." Then again, he hadn't been wrong, so he feels vindicated about that one.