[It's his turn to drop the facade and frown at her words.] That can't be right, there's enough technology here to build an intranet, possibly track every one of us in real-time, not to mention collect us here in the first place. [The words are practically monotone- half-rambles to himself. There's no reason to believe Steph had lied on that front. He opens his mouth again. Closes it.

Follows and debates.] That's kind of what I mean, though. Pneumonia would be the death of me. Any untreated infection would, really. [It's not that he's getting a kick out of the confession, if the way he has to drag it out of himself is any indication.

But Steph's fetching them... soup? And Tim remembers asking Dana for help in making a pot, because Steph had gotten a cold that one time. He already feels sick, and knows he won't be eating much, if anything.] You wouldn't happen to have an extra shirt lying around, would you?