Owen snorts, though he doesn't mean to be unkind. "You never have to feel helpless. You just have to figure out what you can do with the situation you're dealt." Helplessness is transient, a momentary affliction that can be cured with action.

"Like I said, you should find the source and burn it out. The medical people can do their best with the sick." Much as Owen itches to put them in the prison and segregate them from the rest. The people here are too soft for that.

"And don't be sorry, it's not as if any of us knew." More than anything, he's bemused by the remark, but he shakes her hand all the same. "Owen. Don't worry about us, just take care of what you can here, make sure no one else is counting on us to get back."