Freeport 10's Research Deck: Commonwealth Research and Development Wing.

[Enkidu]

"Ah, cheri..." Achille mumbled tiredly, deftly intercepting Susan as she raised the baguette, "...Spraying mercury? Ah'm... ahem... I'm pretty sure a certain someone should be applying a full-body respirator for such an act, yes? Preferably with the attached notification of your beloved head of department, namely... namely... umm " For several seconds Achille swung like a drunkard, bumbling for his name, clutching at his arm which he'd pointed like a poker, and appeared just as hot as one.

"Minor risk of carcinogens... cancer risk... the fact you're probably brain-damaged from inhaling all those vapours, possible food contamination..." he murmured, wearily eyeing the sub, as though she might stab herself with it, or him. "It's probably just for the best if you drop that in the nearest trash receptacle, oui? Anyway, I'm off to... yes, well you can see that."

A stumble, and he nearly collapsed. Nearly. A moment's recollection brought him to his feet, clutching at his knees.

"So, Krovin, if you wouldn't mind just locking my office up, there's a good cheri... anyhow, I'm off. You stop snorting at the elements, yes?"

And with that, he loped out of view.

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