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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote"><span style="color: sienna">“I have never heard of any machine being able to turn people into zombies like that.  But they were machines so I was never worried about a contagion, or disease.  But what you are describing makes me even more worried.  Tech advanced enough to do that to people, to mesmerize them and turn them into zombies.  If you say it was because of some device, who is to say it is not still connected to even the smallest bits of those things?  They all moved as if they were connected to each other in a network.  I will still recommend that signal dampener.”</span>  She just sighed and surrendered. <span style="color: sienna">“But fine, if you don’t think that there is anything to worry about, then whatever.”</span></div><div class="quoteExpand">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div>Milenya looked puzzled for a moment at Kala's continued insistence, and then smiled again, faintly.<span style="color: #6495ED">"And this is another example of us assuming common knowledge. The containment chambers and experiment station include signal isolation, both electromagnetic and vibrational. It's necessary for a wide variety of materials, not to mention testing circuitry. The reason I didn't initially address your concern was because it's already taken care of."</span><br/><br/><div class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeQuote">
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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">Kala couldn't miss though how tired Milenya looked and how she seemed to favor one arm over the other.  <span style="color: sienna">“Umm, are you alright?  Are you sure you shouldn’t see the doc and get him to check that arm out instead of getting this experiment set up?”</span> <br/>
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<span style="color: sienna">“Yeah, I can get one of those set up, doesn't look too hard… but you aren't the only one recovering from an adrenaline crash…”</span>  Kala held up one of her hands and tried to keep it steady, and wasn't at all successful.  Her hand was trembling a bit.  <span style="color: sienna">“I almost had my head crushed by one of the things.”</span></div><div class="quoteExpand">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div>Milenya looked Kala over, slightly concerned, and then nodded.<span style="color: #6495ED">"Certified xeno-medic. I've checked my injuries, I shouldn't strain my arm too much. Bone bruises and micro-tearing in the joints."</span><br/><br/>She nibbled on her lower lip, and put the sample case into another secure box.<span style="color: #6495ED">"Not meant for long term, but it'll do for a little while."</span>She slips into her partitioned-off quarters, inviting Kala to follow. Something about the woman...<br/><br/><span style="color: #6495ED">"Would... would it help calm you down to help me take off my armor? That should not require as much manual coordination. And I find that offering hugs in armor is awkward and uncomfortable."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>