Curtis' smile, though still faint, evens out. He offers his hand to Woola.

"...You think we could check the infirmary again first?"

He's telling himself, as firmly as possible, that there's no point to doing another sweep outside if Woola didn't turn up anything. Inside? That's another matter. In his head, inside and outside still don't quite connect; they feel as far apart as Earth and Barsoom.