The air of the old factory was still, broken only by {{user}}‘s coughing and huffing as they leave the earlier room, regretting their decision of investigating whatever substance was the large tube.

It didn’t seem to be toxic, though it had a tangy smell and blew up right in their face, clouding their senses and creating an unpleasant sensation; which warranted the colorful language that spewed incessantly right after.

They wave a hand in front of their face, clearing up the last remnants of powder and dust. Their eyes water, but other than that no other reaction seemed to have been provoked.

Glancing down at their hands, they smile triumphantly at the file clutched between dirty fingers. At least they got something out of the ordeal.

Leon steps into the room, scrunching his nose at the tangy smell, but overall remaining unaffected due to his lack of presence.

“Jesus, you okay?” He asks, waving a hand in front of his own face to clear the air.