Rob blinked. "Terra?? Is that you?" The relief was like a sweet drug flowing into his veins. But it was suppressed effectively by growing suspicion. It really was her, he already knew that. The question was, how could he know if she wasn't infected? He saw her entire team butchered. What was the chance she made it out of there alive when fine young trained soldiers had died? He contemplated for a minute.<br/><br/>"How do I know you're clean?" he shouted finally around the corner. A quick look back to make sure he was alone in the hallway. Truth was, he couldn't know. There was no way for either of them to prove they were uninfected unless they could come close to each other. Suddenly, Rob laughed out loud. "I can't know if you're infected. And you can't know if I'm infected. That's a funny situation, don't you think, doctor?"<br/><br/>It wasn't funny. Not one bit. But Rob laughed and with laughter the stress of the last hour started to fade. He felt his head clear up a bit and he waited to see what Dr Seris had to say about this. He pictured her situation - in the main hall, between two doors on the opposite ends of the room, surrounded by an art exhibit of mutilated corpses. He doubted she would find it as funny as he was.