"If you think that's too gnarly for me-"

Ellie flicks her eyes at their surroundings, pointedly, then back at Cosima.

"Fuck, no. That sounds awful." And Ellie's not exactly enthused by the idea of her friend having a lifelong and eventually fatal genetic disorder that would eventually cause a painful and extremely shitty death.

"You said had?"

Her heart abruptly sinks. In her experience, that does mean only one thing.