Before Gwen could even formulate a response, Mitch spoke up from behind her, his eyes wide and mouth moving before words formed. "...oh...shit...Gwen, we're gonna need...tetraconizole, metronodaizole and shit-shit-shit--I'll be right back--" He started dancing backwards down the hall, then whirled in a flare of coat and hurried around the corner.

Gwen watched him go, then turned back to Owen with her own eyes wide. "...Owen..." she choked, feeling bile already rising. "...they didn't..." But she'd seen with her own eyes the evidence otherwise. The doc rubbed her forehead again.

"Well, now that we know what they used, we can counter it and work on flushing it out more quickly. But...we still have a few other problems before we're in the clear." Gwen gestured to the door. "Do you want to see her first, or tackle them now?"