The Berlin safehouse is drafty on the best of days. So it doesn't strike Adler as especially odd when he wakes up with a sore throat. Still, it usually goes away by his second cup of coffee. Then the chills.

Today is not the day to get sick, damnit. So he ignores it. Besides, it's probably nothing. He's got to keep working either way. No days off when you're catching someone like Perseus. No days off when there's a war on, cold or hot.

He must look even worse than he feels by late afternoon because everyone's giving him pitying looks and a wide berth. Well. Other than Bell, that is. Of course.