"Unless your lab was built by the Lab Fairy, I'm not sure that's accurate," she said, one eyebrow raised. Garcia Pharmaceuticals' entire purpose was to live up to and surpass the higher and higher standards for safety that the CDC and WHO put out every few months. She may not have been in the family business just yet, but she had more than an inkling of what exactly went on behind hermetically sealed doors.
But she needed to trust somebody here. Or pay somebody for the illusion of trust, which wasn't the same thing, but as long as the results were the same it worked out well enough for her purposes. She thought his proposal over, then shook her head. "You're going to have to," she said reluctantly. "I'll probably just get blood everywhere and make it worse."
She pulled off her jacket and pushed up the sleeve of her shirt. "I'm Maggie Garcia, but I guess that's on my chart. The virus you're looking for is a filovirus. It's large, aggressive, should be very hard to miss. And I really can't overstate how careful you need to be--it was aggressive enough in its original form, and it's only gotten worse over the past twenty-seven years."