Silvia did a fine job of casing the infirmary. There, in a medical closet! As promised. Locked, but that was no impediment. The dashing doctor and the energetic engineer were in the middle of putting their pants back on. "We, um," the doctor began.<br/><br/>"We weren't doing nothing," the mechanic finished, although the smell (not to mention how flushed they were) put the lie to that.<br/><br/>"So what's the problem?" she continued, as though nothing was wrong, "compression coil again?"<br/><br/>A pair of snake-heads smashed through the ceiling, hissing flame, followed by sinuous snake-bodies that threatened to overtake the whole closet in a moment. The two took one look and decided to beat feet. The machine rumbled and metal groaned.<br/><br/>That was probably a cue to leave! The doctor had dropped a paper when he was getting his pants back on; it looked like a list of medical requirements? (Really weird requirements, though. Something she recognized as shorthand for her guards' freeze-guns was on one of them!)