<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/fb07/f/2013/081/3/8/girl_by_bcnyart-d5yxxss.jpg)</div>"Eh, six sigma confidence that it won't kill you." Shard shrugged and continued scanning her datapad. "There are neurophagic parasites that can use rain as an infection vector, but none are known to be present on Trogan." Since boarding the ship she'd removed her outerwear and was now just wearing her workgear. The arms of her flightsuit were tied around her waist, revealing a black athletic top. There was a hint of an almost iridescent hexagonal pattern on the material, likely either the result of some process designed to enhance the 'athletic' attributes of the garment, or some form of corporate branding. "If you are infected though, you shouldn't show any symptoms for a few days at least."<br/><br/>"Standard antiparasitics should kill'em off though, so don't worry about it." Shard winked at him playfully. "Just don't think about it too much; it'll alter your neurochemistry and they'll target that parts of your brain responsible for higher level functions. Could result in permanent memory loss or personality changes." She paused and looked Dunn over before returning her attention to her datapad. "If you do die, can you take your shirt off before you do? For the right buyer, a ghost with your definition might boost the<em>Dianoga</em>'s resale value."<br/><br/>"Hmm..."<br/><br/>"If you do start picking us off one-by-one as a ghost, take Nyx and the new girl first; may as well try and cover all our sexy-ghost bases. Try to leave Farradin alive though; I'll need him to help sell the ship."