There was never a time that Mohinder wasn't pleased to see Molly, but that aside, sometimes were better than others. He quickly removed his gloves and tossed them away before hugging her, hand to her shoulders as he lightly brushed her hair back from her neck. "More or less," he promised. "Though I have a lot of work to do and you have bed to get to. There's a small room back here, through this supply closet, that you'll have to stay in for a little while. Matt and I will be right here, I promise."

Lifting her up, and realising he'd not be able to do that for much longer, Mohinder leads the way into the connecting office where he'd set up a cot and a desk for her to use. There wasn't much space at all and most of the things Matt had gotten were left in the car, hidden under seats, in case anyone decided to get overly excited for candles or canteens.

Mohinder stayed only very briefly with her as she got settled and Matt brought her quilt from home in to cover her with.

I would very much like to stop this rash of desperately needing my services when all I'd like to do is sleep, he commented towards Matt and touched his hand in passing. You should sleep as best you can. I-- I am almost positive that we're going to need you sooner rather than later.

Mohinder had to work for now. He had to get everyone up to speed on his methods, had to get the entire hospital tested. At least he could leave the details of the quarantine up to people that understood best how to deal with people.

He couldn't help but think that Odessa had been a test run, however.