"Hard to do that from quarantine," Owen snaps, though his ire is directed towards Jack, not her.

Jack is unmoved by Owen's irritability. At this point, to him, Owen's temper is more a part of the scenery than something to really get worked up over. "It's just temporary while we get a handle on this. You're dead, Owen, and you're still walking around. Even I don't know what that means in a broader sense."

In a way, the two men have never been further apart, two sides of the same coin. One full of eternal life, the other with eternal death. And at the same time, that makes them more similar than they've ever been.