Mayt shrugged, and gave the Doctor a thumbs up. "I'm not walking three more hours back without doing something here. Why I came right? We'll get you that plant, but I'm not going to come into contact with any of your patients unless you pay me double. I really don't want to get sick." He winks, and chuckles. "Besides, if we're careful we can avoid this murder guild right?" Something in his voice suggests he wants to do the exact opposite of that. He stretches, and yawns. "Though we may have to start tomorrow. I'm beat."

Mayt shifted back and forth. "So, which way is the fastest to get to some of these herbs. Oh, and you start a garden of these things once this epidemic is over, faster treatment is better right?" His left hand moved to rest on his sword, and his right hand slipped into his jacket, pulling out some sort of piece of paper and putting it in his pocket for easier use. Mayt bounces up and down, seemingly anxious to get going. His hand fidget with anything at his sides, and he eventually just shoves them into his pockets, biting his lip. He looked the doctor up and down, suddenly a tad skeptical. But he shakes his head, and takes Sasha's hand, tugging on it slightly to indicate they should go ahead and start the hunt.