"Yeah. I mean you guys wanted to do this, and you trained whether there were attacks or not. That was never anything that interested me, and here-" He didn't know how to explain it. "I guess it's different for Sean. He's been living with your dad for so long, you know? Some of that paranoia has to rub off." He couldn't imagine Sean being like that at Juilliard.
"No they don't. They deal with illnesses, and blood, and stitching people up, and testing urine, and doing all those things," he said, making a face. "The people are incidental to the work; they aren't the work."
He looked at her when she went silent with a frown. "Are you okay?"