“Y-yeah…” Dorothy agreed, shivering all over. “Or just live in a biohazard suit your whole life. There’s nothing supernatural about it—prions still need to be introduced to your body and encounter normal proteins to spread. Never encounter anything that could’ve been exposed to native proteins, and a human would be safe. It’s just that doing that for any length of time is… well, even harder than living in space. But sure. I think it’s possible. I need more help. More than just a lab assistant.” She glanced over at Martin, then sighed. “Dr. Irwin, shouldn’t you be supervising the construction of my biofabricator? The Forerunner told me it was being installed today.”