Karen Anson retrieves a bottle of milk from a wall panel, then turns to talk to Jackson.
“What’s the baby’s name, Mister Jackson?” asks Anson.
“You the nurse?” asks Jackson.
“Uh-huh,” says Anson.
Jackson looks at her isolation suit. “Shoot,” says Jackson, “Can’t see your legs.” Karen smiles at him and walks back to tend to the baby.
“Do you know the baby’s name?” asks Hall.
“Give us a butt first,” says Jackson.
“Smoking isn’t allowed here,” says Hall.
“Then, go fish,” says Jackson, turning his head away from Hall.
Hall walks over to Anson, who is feeding the baby.
“When you’re finished,” says Hall, “we’ll transfuse Jackson and start ice water lavage. He has a two-year history of bleeding ulcers.”
“You seem delighted,” says Anson.
“It may be the reason he survived,” says Hall. He looks at the baby. “If only our young gourmet weren’t so normal.”
“Well, let’s hope nothing changes that,” says Anson.