Prefect is just doing a full tour of the infirmary today. Why must all his friends die simultaneously? He moves over to stand by Shego's bed carefully, feeling completely out of his element.

"Hello Comrade."

His voice is quiet, Prefect's kind of aware that he can't look too much like himself right now. He hasn't had a chance to shave since the Barge shut down, and he's still stuck with wardrobe choices that he'd borrowed from the TARDIS.