OOC: Alright, let's go with that.
IC:
Praetyre noticed Dek was looking rather pale and tired. He walked over, and forced his rather limp boss into a chair. He would have to do this operation himself.
Praetyre moved the monitoring station to his angle and tried to keep one eye on the operation and another on the monitors. He used his helmet to periscope around and get a good view without straining his eyes. He ordered his suit to release some surgical tools and spoke loudly and firmly;
“Please, all in the immediate proximity. Grab some surgical masks from around the laboratory and put them on, as I will need clean conditions for this and will be performing a complete flush of the area in only 3 minutes.”
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