Super productive and really fucking bored, [William replies, looking up.] Which makes sense, considering I ain't really sleeping anymore.

[He smiles at her promptly, seems happy to see her even though that is inherently a little weird considering the circumstances. One grows accustomed, working in medical. Pain and panic. Unhappy-looking young women whose livelihoods-- or at least survival-- are in their hands, which aren't working right anymore. William looks a little drawn and thin himself, but not so bad. The disease hadn't been too severe for him, and he has regeneration besides, but the offhand mention of insomnia is a vague admission he's human enough.]

Have a seat. [He pushes a chair out for her.]