Zoe was tempted to fight the blankets away; she didn't like being the patient. She could be one if she had to, but usually she had to be knocked very low to be one. Mainly, she had to be unconcious. She shifted a little under the blankets and made a definite face at him for the pampered bit.
"You want me to be ill because it'd be good for me?" Her eyes narrowed. "I should called Dinah; tell her that she needs to look after things. The City..." She had started to sit up, but the room and her head didn't feel right. She rested begrudgingly back against the couch.
The tugging hand was caught by one of her own. She may not be at her best fighting strength, yet she could definitely put up a fight. Her eyes narrowed slightly, small warning. He wasn't getting it off her that way, if that was what he was doing in the first place.
"It came to me. At work. I ran tests. Nothing's wrong with it." Nothing a computer could tell anyway. "Did you send it?" He was the only one who knew, other than Alfred, where she worked specifically in the building.