The decontamination area they'd walked through had been dry, which meant that the likelihood they'd picked up anything nasty was small. He hoped. It raised a question: when all of this was over, if they survived, would they be able to clean themselves up?
A lot of doors in the next area, and evidence of hasty abandonment, probably recent. The kind of equipment used by people, not creatures. That could mean a couple of things. Someone might be hiding -- that caused L to keep his hand on his pistol. That, or they'd used the pads themselves. With the banging and scraping at some of the doors, he doubted that anyone sentient would have chosen to run into the halls... and if they had, why would they have locked the area behind them? No, it was more likely that they were behind one of these doors, or that they had already used the pads to go ahead to another area.
He followed Lana to the second door. At a better time, the little quirk of her eyebrow might have amused him: they communicated well, but it was at the cost of her sometimes treating him like a working dog.
The small room itself, when he cleared it with the beam of his torch, appeared to be empty. It was obviously used primarily to store chemicals -- the suggestion that the showers nearby were to remove chemical agents rather than biological ones quashed most of his remaining worries about having walked through the decontamination area itself.
Lack of a purple glow meant the pad wasn't here, either, which meant that the area was of little interest for now. They didn't have time to go through the cabinets, and it was probably nothing they hadn't seen before.
"Nothing," he called out, then dropped his voice to speak more directly to Lana. "Where next?" They were close to at least two more doors, and he was content to let her take the lead, for now.
He'd found that he hadn't liked it when Lana was injured, but it was still always better if someone else was the first to open a door.
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A lot of doors in the next area, and evidence of hasty abandonment, probably recent. The kind of equipment used by people, not creatures. That could mean a couple of things. Someone might be hiding -- that caused L to keep his hand on his pistol. That, or they'd used the pads themselves. With the banging and scraping at some of the doors, he doubted that anyone sentient would have chosen to run into the halls... and if they had, why would they have locked the area behind them? No, it was more likely that they were behind one of these doors, or that they had already used the pads to go ahead to another area.
He followed Lana to the second door. At a better time, the little quirk of her eyebrow might have amused him: they communicated well, but it was at the cost of her sometimes treating him like a working dog.
The small room itself, when he cleared it with the beam of his torch, appeared to be empty. It was obviously used primarily to store chemicals -- the suggestion that the showers nearby were to remove chemical agents rather than biological ones quashed most of his remaining worries about having walked through the decontamination area itself.
Lack of a purple glow meant the pad wasn't here, either, which meant that the area was of little interest for now. They didn't have time to go through the cabinets, and it was probably nothing they hadn't seen before.
"Nothing," he called out, then dropped his voice to speak more directly to Lana. "Where next?" They were close to at least two more doors, and he was content to let her take the lead, for now.
He'd found that he hadn't liked it when Lana was injured, but it was still always better if someone else was the first to open a door.