Jack: Hey, hey, just take a breath.
Inara: I can’t take a breath, Jack. We might have COVID, and we have to find a place to stay, and…
Jack: What?
Inara: If Marsha dies, we have to find somewhere else to go.
Jack: Hey, hey, hey, hey, take it a step at a time.
Inara: I’m taking it one step at a time, Jack. I’m a single mother of a deaf child who’s still running from her psycho ex-husband.
Jack: We have no idea what Marsha will even do…
Inara: Her son’s been calling. She hasn’t been answering, but he’s been calling. What if he takes over the apartment? I have to think about where we’re going to live.
Jack: If that happens, you can stay with me.
Inara: Ted can trace you to me.
Jack: We don’t even know if she has it.
Inara: She refused to wear a mask, Jack. Of course, she has it. Oh god, I’m such an ass. I’m so sorry.
Jack: You’re not an ass. You’re scared. Yeah, you’re just scared. Like everyone else, we’re just scared.
Inara: I really wish I could hug you right now.
Jack: I really wish you could too.