Yeah, once this fucking place is working again maybe we'll get lucky and find more food. Or maybe we'll get lucky and find whatever the hell made these people switch on their distress signal, and that'll do us in. Either way, as long as we get out of starving to death.

[He runs his tongue over his teeth, leaning back in to tie off that one last thing.]

And uh, no. If I was sick I woulda warned you. When we're all stuck together like this? I woulda had to, I don't know, pop myself in one of those pod things just to keep everyone else from getting it. No, you don't - you don't have to worry about that.

[It's not like Hank doesn't know that's probably not - well, not totally - why Barabas asked. But it's easier, if he can talk about it that way, instead of talking about what it means to him.]