NATHAN:
Shilo?

SHILO:
Yes dad?

NATHAN:
Did you take your medicine?

SHILO:
Yes.

BACKGROUND NOISE:
[blows Shilo's cover]

NATHAN:
What's that?

SHILO:
What's what?

BACKGROUND NOISE:
[yup, totally cover totally blown]

NATHAN:
That.

SHILO:
Oh. That. My window is cracked.

NATHAN:
Then why aren't you wearing in your mask? Should I head back?

SHILO:
No, I'm fine.

NATHAN:
I can be there in no time.

SHILO:
That won't be needed.

NATHAN:
But Shilo!

SHILO:
Your patients need you.

VICTIM:
[groans]

SHILO:
Dad who's that?

NATHAN:
Oh that. One of my patients... he's sick...

SHILO:
Will he live?

NATHAN:
It's looking grim.

SHILO/NATHAN:
You/I should stay there/here for a while.

NATHAN:
I will rush home when I'm done.

SHILO:
Take your time. Nothing's wrong.

SHILO/NATHAN:
I love you father/daughter.