"Give it." Wash gimme hands at Alia. "Or...at least put it on the bed while we wait for gloves." He waves the post-it. "This looks like a password."

He cranes his head in the direction of the hall.

"Hey, Guts, can you get me gloves too? And you should probably get a pair for yourself. Just trust me on that, if you don't know why, someone can explain germ theory later." He narrows his heads. "There's no way I'm touching a laptop in room like this without gloves."