Rob followed Dr Seris' eyes to the injured staff, and sighed. His finger slowly moved away from the trigger. He was not going to die today.<br/><br/>The scanning showed results. This was alarming. Go get some rest, she had told him. But there was no rest for him. Not with the virus roaming about. Not with people shooting and screaming in the dist...<br/><br/>A growling stomach interrupted his thoughts. It was his. He smiled; doc was right as always. He slowly approached Lucian, his eyes observing everything, waiting for something bad to happen. The cook was busy making different types of food. Rob nodded at the young man.<br/><br/>"Hey, Luc! What can you offer to one hungry sergeant?" His gaze slid upon the chaos in the kitchen. "Keeping busy, I see. Good! We're gonna need you, Luc. They are gonna need you." He patted the cook on the shoulder. "You're probably scared... We all are. But food is good for keeping morale up... You did well!"<br/><br/>He finally spotted the simmering stew and his stomach growled again.