Illya was lying through his teeth about resting, and went down the labs of Research and Development.
The equipment had been removed from the van and deposited in the lab; there he immediately began adjusting his spectrum analyzer.
Napoleon decided if he was going to be accused of being a mother hen, then he was going to act like one; he draped a woolen blanket across his partner's shoulders and placed a small electric space heater at his feet. He had more chicken soup brought down, kept warm in a carafe of all things and placed a mug filled with the soup within Illya's reach.
"I will be fine," he sniffled as the hot soup was helping to clear his stuffy nose.
He put down his mug and looked rather excitedly at the readings on the screen; double and triple checking them.
Illya pulled his communicator, contacting Waverly."
"Good news for the moment. I am detecting no anomalous readings. The snowstorm appears to be a naturally occurring event."
"Thank you Mr. Kuryakin, but weren't you supposed to be resting in a hospital bed?"
"I am fine. Mr. Solo is ministering to me as we speak with blankets and chicken soup."