"That's okay." She draws up a smile, but it's a tired one--it doesn't reach her eyes. If this work is good enough for Wash, it's good enough for her. "I'll do that, too."

Rest when I have to. Eventually, she'll eat lunch, and eventually, she'll sleep. In the meantime, there's always somebody in need of something in here. Too many patients, not enough people to care for them and keep the rest of their encampment running at the same time.