The guard ignores the coughing, at first. He has better things to be doing. After thirty seconds or so, he scowls and bangs on the door. "Hey. Quiet."

His patience is limited and there are orders to keep them alive, and so the impatient young recruit pushes the door open, a cup of water from the barrel outside the door in hand. His arm is half raised to toss it at Cosima, rather than offer it to her.

"Be quiet."