Cosima might argue that her creators had only intended her and her sisters to be infertile and that her illness was just an unfortunate byproduct, but then again, creating someone and not giving them a choice as to whether or not they could have children was cruel in itself. She couldn't say for sure what Ethan was thinking. Did he only want to limit the clones to one generation, or was it more than that? She doubted that she'd ever know for sure.
"Well, you're certainly kind," she pointed out. Some people might have thought that she was contagious and stayed well enough away, after all. "But yeah, if you could point the way to someone in the know I'd really appreciate it."
When he met her eyes, she held his gaze. She wasn't the type to be uncomfortable by things like that. "Well, I'm not sure how you'd go about that... buuuut I'll take all the help that I can get in trying to subdue it." She certainly didn't think that he was an angel... a doctor, maybe. "It’s kind of a bitch."