You speak of her room as if she had some kind of emotional connection to a plain room on this damned station for a week. Do you know what moving her will do? Spread her blood [and maybe brains] through the hall, on more sheets. It might upset people. And we don't want her to get worse than she is. [aka decompose, bad enough with zombina okay]

Would you rather I speak to them? [He won't say no, but he knows he's not making any friends and supposes the answer is going to be no.]