Basil, relieved that Jace had finally agreed to take half, retrieved the syringes once more and properly measured out the Rad-Away. "I promise. And you don't have to worry about me so much; really, I'm more equipped to look after myself than you think." Once each of them had finished with their medications, he changed clothes, adding a worn brown poncho that he'd scavenged a few days prior over it that he wished he'd remembered earlier before he'd gotten drenched, and drew his knees closer to his chest for warmth. Despite that, though, a headache had begun to form in the back of his skull, a common symptom of the medication, and the rain still seeped through the cracks and holes in the ceiling, scattering from the drafts that were let in.
Still, it was better than trying to walk through this or being entirely out in the open.
"When do you think we'll be able to head out again?" he inquired after several minutes of silence between them. Usually, he would pull out his journal and jot down all of the information he found noteworthy, or work on his theories about the science behind the G.E.C.K., but he supposed that he'd take a break tonight; it could get wet and ruin everything, and he just in general didn't feel quite like it.