[Her own voice, unmodulated and (as it's before she takes even an hour to rest) exhausted, comes across, her own green avatar showing on the screen.] Something like that. [The information starts transferring as soon as access is given, compressed files that will move as quickly as possible and that then start to unpack the second they're on his drive. Windows begin popping up, everything she has on the medical side of the disease, from hospital reports to timelines to and maps of the spread through the city (and world) as best as she's been able to track it.] Thought you might need this.