Christ. You know if we were in Chicago I'd call the fucking hospital on that fever, right? [But Fiona's not totally stupid. She remembers the steam rising off the monster he became, the aliens living all around them, the oddity and the horror.] If it gets worse, or you feel sick, you gotta promise to tell someone from medical, okay? Me, or Anders or Adrien?

[In one of those little absurd moments that file themselves away in one's mind, it occurs to Fiona that she's the only one of the three of them whose name doesn't start with A.]