[The only type of hot Jane feels is the fever. She probably wouldn't take the napkins if Murphy had voiced that observation, but his good sense is her gain. After a cursory glance at this colorful man she grabs the napkins and dabs at her mouth, spitting into them and crumpling them up.] Cool.

I'm not one of those dipshits who can't handle a fucking cold if that's what you mean. [She knows it wasn't, just doesn't want to acknowledge they had that experience in common.] So that's what wackjob booster shots do where you're from? Turn you blue? [That can't have been the desired end result, not unless this guy came from Hunger Games world.]