[And Robert grabs the soiled clothing as it's shaken off, putting it in a hermetically-sealable bag to wash thoroughly later. No sense in letting it go to waste.

Without his clothes on, it's a lot easier to see where Mulder's rashes extend. Luckily for him, the dousing with ice seems to have helped reduce the spread of the illness, but Robert's not taking any chances.]

As soon as we finish cleaning you up, I shall find a suitable antiviral, or perhaps contact a doctor who has one - but, I... learned something about antivirals from helping Ingrid.

[Minor sad tone, there, but he shakes it off in favour of dealing with this.]