'Clean.'

Her voiced crackled over the radio enough times that it joined the background noise of combined footsteps and infrequent clicking from Geiger counters.

It was common to assess the environment. Everybody in this profession understood why but that didn't make it not ear-numbing.

To pass the time... To pass the time...

That syringe in your hand sure looked nifty. Maybe it was the mystery of the contents inside. Maybe it was the infamous diagram alerting you that it was hazardous. Maybe...

'Ow!' She barked over the radio, then performed a swivel.

'What the hell was that?!' Her expression was unreadable through the darkness of her visor but it certainly felt accusatory. You had her mannerisms to thank for that.

'What did you just prick me with?' She asked, more like a demand.

However, something was already set in motion. With gentle, rubbery creaks, the wrinkles of her suit looked to disappear.

She was growing. Anybody could've guessed.