"Your heart." Simon motioned to the syringes. "Heart." He'd read something. Maybe he hadn't. He moved quickly to Lecter's notebook and opened it, or tried to. "Dammit. I need to look in this. How am I supposed to save anyone if I can't touch things?"
He looked back at George. "Open this."
Perhaps the monkey saw Simon because he started jumping up and down in his cage. Or maybe the undead body got the primate excited. Or maybe it was the new girl, or the new male. It really didn't matter. The monkey wanted attention.
"Give him banana." Simon might have been demanding, but he really didn't have time for being polite. Plus, she'd lied to him.
"Something about the heart. I need a pressure gun. Pneumatic syringe. If I can perfect this cure, I can put in the gun, or guns. We need to start inoculations."