Jessica shares her companion's observations and concerns, frowning thoughtfully. "We'll just have to see how that goes," she comments, ruefully, on Laurelata's heels. "I will certainly do my best to take care of you both and find a cure, but this is not something I'm used to dealing with. It may take some time."

After a brief, concerned pause, she adds. "Miss Eliza, do you have any idea how you both contracted such a disease? It occurs to me we're not taking much precaution to protect ourselves, which could already prove to have disastrous results. At the very least, I think we should maybe all quarantine together once we reach the colony. If we're already infected, that ship has sailed, but there's no good reason to expose the whole second wave when we don't know what we're dealing with yet... Perhaps we should make camp some distance from the colony proper, and send only one of us the last few hundred feet to report our discoveries and your rescue?"