Luther had shocked himself on a cord, and balled his hand in a fist while muttering expletives under his breath. He looked at Sven, and shook his head. "...Kid, you know you look terrible. Now I ain't pressing you for details but if you need to go lay down then go." He sighed, looking over his work. "But, if you don't, then you can take the ends of the cords of the installed cameras and bring them to the storage room." Having been near completion of a masters degree in virology, Luther held a certain interest in Sven. He wanted to see the disease's effects on people, and learn more about it, and maybe one day when they were feeling better he would ask about it.
He barely heard Dante call, and turned his focus back to him. "Also, can you tell Dante I'll be there soon?"