His voice cut through her like a bucket of ice cold water had been poured over her head. York hissed in pain because of her abrupt reaction and Cass winced. "Sorry," she muttered as she quickly finished wrapping him up.
"Don't touch anything!" she called to Cole. It took a good fifteen minutes before she was able to get York and Carolina patched up well enough that they'd make it home to utilize their healing unit. She felt bad she couldn't do more, had maybe drawn it out a little even because she wasn't exactly looking forward to talking to Cole. It was going to be an argument, she assumed, because everything was an argument with him now. They just weren't on the same page and each of their efforts to get the other to their page were just causing friction.
She escorted the two Freelancers out the door and shut it before she allowed herself to turn towards Cole. Even though she was well aware of the computer guy who looked and sounded like Cole, she'd known instantly that he wasn't just as she knew instantly that this one was.
"Thanks for stopping by," she said, a little curt, as she gestured towards the next room, which was her private office as opposed to her working office in the main area. It was private specifically for the patient files, which were locked away in cabinets, but she also utilized it for her research into the virus and the 12 Monkeys. Paper and post its lined one wall, not too dissimilar from Jones' board in 2044, though Cass' was lacking in actual newspaper clippings. It was just everything she could remember.
"Here's what I have. I'm sure I'm missing things, so hopefully you can help fill in the gaps." If she kept it focused on that, made they wouldn't bite each others' heads off. At least neither of them were armed.