"breathing What do we have here..?"

A dark skin woman in a tightly white skin suit marked with a hazardous air tank attached to her back supported backpack with multiple gas masks and air filters while she too is wearing a GP-5 mask over her mouth she stares closely towards the object in your hand

"breathing I suppose it's polite to give one's name as I'm Ishmael Kisaherain, of the Roaring Eagles the American branch of the disbanded Syndicate please to meet ya, hm? You seem troubled by what I'm wearing don't fret the area isn't radioactive nor is it poisonous."

She briefly shows her mouth that is a scarred jawline and a nuzzle connected into her throat hole as she puts the gas mask back on

"My only lasting impression from the Compound C300, taken by it was my lack of a better understanding of it as normal oxygen is poisonous to me now my body has a need for radiation from uranium but one's price gives one the ability to kill even with just her own words."