[She doesn't want to see anyone, but as in all things, Alex is an exception. Bobbie finds herself relieved to hear his voice, and there's no point in keeping him out now, not when whatever seems to have infected them is going away. She's still got her hands wrapped, herself, although she's less put together than he is when she answers the door. Her hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail rather than its usual bun, and her jumpsuit is a bit rumpled. To tell the truth, she hasn't had much energy for anything else, and her head is still pounding with the remnants of that nasty fever.]
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