[Joel bites back a frustrated sound, because her anger and her resignation make sense. But he just wants to get this over with, so he can decide which way to move- he'd yank the shoulder of her jacket back and check for himself, but she was edgy and she was resigned.

She'd probably fight with him for getting too close. He doesn't blame her. He stays where he is, eyes shuttering as he breathes out a sigh.]

Listen, Tess, I've been stuck here for months. I got nothin' to do but keep tabs on this place. From what I know, it-- [we don't know, we won't know until we take a fucking look, and even then. unpredictable, the landlord was fucking unpredictable. but for now:] We gotta take a careful look at it.

[And he steps in again, voice lowered to barely above a whisper. There was nobody but them, but people milled about suburbia and thought nothing of infectious outbreaks. The last thing they needed was someone overhearing.]

Trust me, alright?