Pizza delivery involves going into Grif's room. Right. Usually he'd have some sort of joke about a hazmat suit or something, but today is about as far from usual as they're going to get.

He heads in, setting the pizza down on the first unoccupied surface he sees - or rather, the first surface not occupied by something potentially hazardous or obviously toxic. "How're you holding up?" It's a stupid question, but it's a start.