He seems like a different person, out from behind that mask--like just being in the cold sunlight reminds him how to do something besides work. She wonders, a little uncomfortably, if the same is true of her.

Maybe this was a good idea after all.

When it becomes clear that he's not really sure what to do with himself--and who can blame him, after hours spent focused on one thing?--Beth nods decisively. One of them is going to have to be decisive about this, or they'll stand here all afternoon, trying to remember what they did with themselves before the flu.

"We're gonna eat lunch," she tells him, her voice only a touch uncertain--like she's made up her mind, but only just. Part of her wants to go back inside. "And then we're gonna walk around the camp, and then we're going back to work."