Xav gives Beth a small smile and takes the mask, pulling it over his face. He has a case under one arm, clearly here to deliver something. "It does," he assures her. "It's hardly full protection, but they do a good job of filtering airborne pathogens. And as long as you stick with the gloves and antibacterials -- and don't go sticking your fingers in your mouth -- your odds are good."

His eyes crinkle a little at that slight joke and he steps into the tent. "Thank you, ah...can I ask your name?"