"Can't leave until the doors unlock," S.T. said, shrugging. Topic change one had fizzled out like a sparkler dropped in a puddle. "But if it's monster elixir, better out there than in here."

Turning into a monster in front of the Scarecrow when trying to help was a shitty thing to do, but it was a small risk. If Landel wanted him sick, he'd be sick, so the shots were another experiment, possibly completely unrelated. Man had less concept of scientific procedure than PR flacks who could only pronounce mutagenic because they were paid by the syllable. "I feel fine. Groovy. All systems are go for launch."