No no, it's ok. I'm not sick. I'm immune. Believe me, I got spit on, bitten and puked on... I'm not sick.
Besides, you guys had gloves on when you found me, and you cleaned me up all good, right?
[Pause...]
So, this is what? Some kind of other dimension? Portal to nowhere? Bsck of the wardrobe, blue police box? [He grumbles softly. He really doesn't care right now. He was alive and that's all that mattered. That, and food.]