Diya's eyes narrow at that, in thought more than anything else. He isn't lying -- he certainly believes what he's saying is true. And it adds up to what little Diya knows so far.

"What if I told you," she says smoothly, folding her hands across the table, "that we found the virus in your blood completely inert? Inactive. Not working." She realizes that this backwards moron doesn't have much of a vocabulary, so she very kindly spells it out for him.