"Wh--- Jon, you just got here. And you were sick. What if you infected Martin? He might have the Blight," Neil reasons. "Please, Jon, I don't want you to get sick again."

Neil himself is bundled up, hands gloved and mask over his face, covering as much skin as possible to make removing contamination simple when he retires from his duties of admitting and testing newcomers. He looks exhausted and harried.