If Alex had voices her thoughts on Coralee, Richard would have pointed out that his wife hadn't had a choice, at first. She had been taken by Warren and his people; that didn't mean she couldn't have contacted them once she was free. Let them know that she was safe, that she loved them, and that she thought it was for his and Charlie's own good that she not return to them. It would have hurt, but at least they would have known. Instead, he and Charlie had spent decades wondering, worrying and becoming bitter over the unknown. He'd spent decades searching for her only for her to leave again.

"Then leave it to these, scientist, friends of yours." It was a repeat of the thought he'd had before. She couldn't promise that she'd be there if she was putting herself in direct danger of being contaminated. It was bad enough that, right now, he could be contaminating her, and he would rectify that soon. As a professor, he had an office. He could hold up there until the symptoms subsided or they found a cure. And she wouldn't worry because it was normal for a professor to work long hours, she knew that. It was normal for a professor to want to set up their office in a particular way, she'd seen that. Everything would seem normal.