Barbara's smile fades as she shakes her head. "Afraid not. No one can pinpoint exactly what those claws were carrying." There's more than a hint of frustration in her voice; back home, she's more than likely have her own samples to check against.

"The best we can do is wait and watch, at this point. Hopefully it's just a basic infection, so that's how we're treating it for now." She does so hate to rely on hope, as much as she admires the concept.

Very firmly, "You'll be sure to tell us about any new or worsening symptoms, I'm sure."