Swamped

You need to get her to safety. The medic's far away, so you pick her up to keep her from being exposed to what may be left of the smoke, not to mention the bugs...

Actually, something seems odd about the bugs. But you don't have time to investigate. You just carry her out to the hall and sound the nearest alarm.

Three sailors soon run up.

"Ms. Rebecca's injured. There was a box, it leaked a strange smoke. I shoved it into the closet, but she was out by the time I did. Get her to the medic, fast!"

Two of the sailors oblige, picking her up and running. The third glances at you.

"You ought to put your shirt back down, Chip," he says.

Embarrassed, you do so.

"I was trying to block the smoke. Don't know if it's safe in there, at that."

"Then shouldn't you be getting to the medic, too? Just 'cause you can stand don't mean you're well."

He has a point.

"What about the box?"

"For now, I'll tell the Captain. We've got our hands full, but we ought to be able to look into it once the storm calms down."

You suppose that's the best you can hope for. Though you're not sure what you'll tell Cookie if you cross her path.

"Thanks. I'll be getting on now, then."

The sailor salutes and runs off. You head for the stairs - the infirmary's two levels down, so no sense waiting.

But just as you're about to step off the stairway, you think you spot something out of the corner of your eye.