(Yeah, I'm good–just tired. You're fine! Any response is better than no response!)
Sam lowered herself onto her knees, resting her head on the edge of the table. "I'm sorry, Markus, I was too nosey. At least you have a chance." Sam turned her head to the scientist. "One request. If he's to survive, he gets a job–and not here–and a home, and enough money to start off with." Sam was, to put it simply, in despair. How could they have done this, and to so many people? Why Markus? Why anyone when they knew the risks?