[Daedalus tries not to trip over the Pomeranian prancing around his sneakers, not slipping out of them till he's set down his work bag by the desk, closed the balcony curtains and wandered into the bedroom to change out of scrubs and into a flannel pajama set- retiring to an early night home.

He groans in response to Franz's question, shaking his head.]

At least whoever's messing with the patient intake consoles at the front desk hasn't decided to tamper with the respirators.

...yet.