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[bitteraftertaste]

[Backdated to after this thread; Vesper doesn't bother with filters because she's in a hurry, bordering on panicked but mostly just confused because-]

I think there's been some sort of gas leak, [Or something, but she has no idea how it happened or if it's affecting the rest of the ship or what.] James is unconscious, I need help getting him to the infirmary.

[She's about to leave it at that, but.]

We're on the sixth floor in the hallway.

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[sickjoke]

Like I said, that's what I signed on to do.

I'm Red Hood. Nice to make your acquaintance... circumstances being what they are. [ What do you do, it's the barge. ]

[ He helps with the carry; it's a practiced motion, he's used to doing this. ]

[bitteraftertaste]

Vesper. [And the fact that she doesn't comment on it one way or the other might suggest that circumstances are like this a lot.

Same ship, different day.]

This is James, and he isn't likely to say thank you when he wakes up, so I'd like to repeat it on his behalf.

[sickjoke]

Not many people thank us. It's a thing you learn to live with.

So, is there -- a stove in your cabin? Or anything like that?

[ Since acrid gas and all. ]

[bitteraftertaste]

Yes, but we hardly ever use it. [There's no real point, considering neither one of them is that into cooking and there's a dining hall that serves regular meals anyway.] The cabin didn't look any different from when I left it this morning, either.

[sickjoke]

Might be a leak, but-- considering the nature of the magic ship redemption? I wouldn't bet on the leak being accidental, if there is one.

[ The elevator finally dings on floor two. Their stop. ]

Alright, let's get sleeping beauty in there and check him for natural gas poisoning.

[bitteraftertaste]

I wouldn't, either.

[Especially knowing what kind of trouble Bond usually gets himself into, but she doesn't comment on that.]

[sickjoke]

[ Thankfully the place is quick, and getting James on pure oxygen to combat the CO poisoning is pretty damn simple. ]

If we got to him in time, he should wake up once he's re-oxygenated, though recovery can be a bitch. He'll be oxygen deprived -- since he moved into the hall, going to guess he was exposed to high concentration, realized he felt weird, and collapsed in the hall. So he's probably not going to have any brain impairment from exposure. All depends on how long he was enduring before he moved.

[ The joy of being a chemist: knowing how to treat shit that happens all the time in chemical plants and labs that work with volatile substances. ]

The infirmary will handle the rest -- but if you don't mind, I'd like to check your cabin for gas leaks?

[bitteraftertaste]

[That's good to know, and she's definitely okay with the idea of someone investigating what the hell is going on, but:]

That's fine, but he wasn't in the hall, he was in his room. I went in, realized something was wrong, and pulled him out about five or so minutes later. I have no idea how long he was in there before I found him.

[sickjoke]

...that's less good.

I'm going to leave his diagnosis to the medical pros here. I'm a doctor, Jim, but not that kind of doctor.

[ ...ba-dum-tish! ]

[bitteraftertaste]

[On a good day, she might have smiled at that.

This is not really a good day.] The door's unlocked if you want to investigate, although I suppose I'd appreciate it if you didn't broadcast that fact until we're certain it's been thoroughly investigated.

[We don't need whoever's responsible to creep back in and hide whatever evidence there is.]

[sickjoke]

[ Inappropriate humor is a nervous tic. As is his weak, unnatural laugh that wheezes in the helm. ]

I can be discreet. I'll head back down now; good luck with you and your beau.

[bitteraftertaste]

Thank you.

[And now it's time to go fill Dr. Banner or whoever's on duty right now in on what happened.]