He looked at her in slight confusion over that last question, his eyes having to then follow her line of sight to his own arm for clarity. Doug's rubbing came to a stop and he pulled his hand away. Shaking his head self-consciously, he replied, "No. Not sick really. It's the stuff they did to me. They wired me up- literally - and the interface is in my left arm. It just... It's not that it hurts or anything, it's just... there. As for the lab... I don't know if it's still around. It was pretty blown to hell when I left. But they were rounding up a lot of the escapees, so even if it isn't usable anymore, they obviously have plenty of space elsewhere."