[It seems both weird to stop in the middle of collecting a sample for important disclosures, but also weird to not stop, considering she won't feel a thing and probably doesn't want to think about that and almost certainly shouldn't watch. Wavering for an instant, William remembers she sort of blanketly gave consent moments ago anyway. Sticks her in between her right ring and middle fingers, as inobtrusive as you can do something like that, and says at the same time:]

Of course. I been trying to protect privacy about everybody's symptoms, no identifiers, no specifics. If you want to be left out of even that, I understand and will do.