Praetyre looked at the monitors again. Most things were well, but the phrenological readings from Stuey were alarming.
"Slap, the marrow in Stuey's skull is reacting with the humidity and increasing in density. It might give him some breathing problems. Should I up the air conditioning to Factor 6?"
Praetyre put on his helmet, setting it to a surgical filter mode. It's unlikely he could infect either Slig behind the monitor shield, but best not to take chances.
"Also, our superior has told me to send Molt to a secure area. Since you apparently think it is quite urgent he be moved, we're in the middle of a tricky operation, and our superior is tired, who should we have do it?"
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