"This is still a prison ship," Maggie counters. "And one with an inmate who thinks viruses sound like good playthings. I do not want to be left outside my cabin, thank you, lest I wake up in the middle of a zombie uprising."

She passes over her communicator. "Forgot to mention on here that you get my kitchen key, but you do. Please keep the ship fed and don't give anyone good poisoning."