I'll take you to a hospital," you offer. "Only under one condition, though." "What is it?" Eva asks. "There's kind of a flu going around... dab yourself down with rubbing alcohol first," you say. Eva gives you a strange look. "Well, okay. Do you have any?" "No, but I'm going to go run inside and buy some real quick. Try to wave down a taxi; I won't be more than a minute." You leave Eva on the sidewalk as you dart inside a small store and buy several cans of Lysol, rubbing alcohol, and antibacterial lotion. You also spot something that might come in handy--a bottle of pepper spray. Armed with these, you feel more confident that if Eva turns out to be infected, you'll be able to defend yourself and get away. You return outside to find Eva waiting in a taxi. You hand her the disinfectants and she rubs it over her skin and lips. "I really appreciate this," she says. "What's your name?" "Brad," you reply. "I'm here on vacation with my wife." You hope this will dissuade Eva from letting lusty thoughts drift into her mind. "Where is she now?" Eva asks. You don't want to explain how you abandoned her when Sarah tried to make love with you. "At a spa," you lie. "Not my thing." "What is your thing? There's a lot to--" Eva stops as a ripping noise comes from her shirt. She looks down at her breasts and turns toward the window, hiding her erect nipples from you. This is a good sign--modesty. "I think I've been stung or something. The swelling is really bad, but it's really weird. It's like..." she trails off. You ride in silence for a while. Finally, Eva speaks up again. "Have you heard on the news lately?" "What about?" you ask. "Some kind of new virus. Scary stuff." Eva turns back to you. "Is that why you asked me to disinfect myself?" "Yeah," you answer. "Do you really believe it? I mean, a virus or bacteria or something that can completely change someone's gender?" The taxi pulls to the side of the road as more emergency vehicles whiz by in the opposite lane. There are several military vehicles in the mix. Maybe you should tell Eva the truth now, tell her the truth about your wife and that you are running from the infection at the hotel. You get the feeling she doesn't know much about the "bimbo virus." Maybe you should let her know that chances are she has been infected by it and warn her of her potential bimbofication, but her resiliency to the mental effects--assuming she is infected--makes you wonder if she might have a special resistance to it. You don't want her to get spooked and stay away from the hospital, either out of concern of others infecting her or to keep herself from infecting others. What do you do?