"That's -- that's completely irresponsible." Which went without saying, really. What sort of doctor released a zombie virus? "I'll have to look into the Hospital. I'm a medical doctor myself, it wouldn't hurt to know where the facilities are located." And, well. If this was going to be any sort of long-term, he'd want something to do.
But not if they set loose zombie viruses. Which he didn't believe in. Yet.
"So you can't prosecute someone for releasing a biohazard? I mean, it's wonderful that they were about to produce a cure, but beyond the ethics of the thing it seems like there'd be some sort of criminal penalty. Reckless endangerment at least, if not murder. Did anyone die?"
John was a bit worse about changing. He turned his back to give Jennifer some privacy, but he wasn't as skilled at swapping clothing. His pants he put on over the pajamas, because he wasn't sure how to swap trousers for the baggy cotton things without taking them off entirely. The shirt he simply slid off and swapped. Watson was much less shy about a bare back than exposed boxer shorts - one was acceptable if there were no alternatives, one was not acceptable at all.