...If you're about to have a fit you won't be able to move. Prop me facing the door and give me my gun, and take the painkillers.

[Not that he'll stop Kida from preparing the futons, they're both going to need them for rest.]

[And he's not going to stop, not about the cure, even if Kida's ignoring him.]

The last results I heard were unexpectedly good. The treatment plan is amazing, and within a few months he should, at this rate, have a cure ready. Not a countermeasure, an actual cure.