DONOVAN TOWER: We have a situation at the lab, hoped that you and your crew of geniuses could help us out.
HARLAN LLOYD: You have your own crew of geniuses, don't you?
DONOVAN TOWER: I do, but they're panicking. We've had an outbreak, the whole lab is infected, geniuses and grunts, doesn't matter. We're all fucked.
HARLAN LLOYD: I'm sorry to hear that, Donovan. But you should have the resources to handle an outbreak.
DONOVAN TOWER: That's the thing, they think it's mutated. It's the Poison all right, but it's different. They're afraid. We need help. If you could just talk to them and give us some more medkits.
HARLAN LLOYD: I'm sorry, Don, but that's not possible. We don't have much left. After the outbreak at the Detention Center and what happened on Roosevelt Island, we don't have anything to spare, let alone any way to get any supplies to you. CERA's basically abandoned. Why do you think I'm here?
DONOVAN TOWER: Fuck.
HARLAN LLOYD: I am sorry. You have your lab; I hope you're able to figure something out.
DONOVAN TOWER: Yeah. Me too.