"That sounds awful..." Clarice said, her arms behind her back. "But I have faith in you, Mr. Dragon."<br/><br/><br/>"Assuming it's the advanced virus." Isaac reminded. "Let's wait and see what happens before we start guessing what his temperament as a morph is, shall we?"<br/><br/><br/>"Can I even drive a motorcyle...?" Bishop muttered to himself, only partially paying attention to the conversation.<br/><br/><br/>"Repeat what I just said, Bishop."<br/><br/><br/>"Uhh...what? Something about temperature?"<br/><br/><br/>"Not even close." Isaac sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "I said that we shouldn't overly stress ourselves over something that 'might' happen. We can only prepare for the possibility. If Dragon turns and attacks us, we'll all need to be on guard. That's all we can do."