Eric listened patiently, making appropriate sounds and shakes of his head, but looking at me as though I were contaminated, the bearer into his office of a freshly mutated virus of ill-fortune.

埃里克很耐心地听着，他摇头晃脑，适时地做出些回应的声音，不过他看我的眼神怪怪的，就好像我是一个受到传染的病毒携带者，带着一种新近变异的厄运病毒踩进了他的办公室。