[ Wash doesn't answer, but is waiting for her in the designated area anyway. He has a container tucked under one arm—nothing special, just an extra from the supplies. He had made sure the inside was as clean as possible before selecting it. ]
[Lan Fan doesn't walk up to Washington like a normal person, because that would be boring. Instead, she appears out of--wait, are there even any shadows nearby to hide in? Seriously, this kid. But once she materializes she nods and approaches him, only giving the container a glance.]
Do you know what the sample we will be retrieving is?
[ oh my god people need to stop doing that to him.
His head might whip around quickly, but his voice is still fairly composed. Shocking, and he's planning to ask her about it eventually. ]
I have suspicions that it's not human, but intestines from something else. [ He takes a breath, the sound of it reflected through the radio speakers in his helmet. ] I could be wrong.
[Ahhhh, yes, good. Confusion means she's doin it rite.]
Let us hope you are not. [She's used to handling corpses, but...parts of them? Not quite so much, especially if they've been sitting for a while like she suspects these must have been.] Lead the way.
[ Without waiting for her, he turns and starts walking. Through the door, down the halls, all with a sense of caution. Whatever did it was dangerous, and no matter what anyone says or thinks... Wash is always paranoid. Always careful.
He doesn't say anything during the trip there, apart from an indication of when they arrive outside of the waste disposal sector. ]
[Lan Fan follows silently, a perfect shadow as she keeps her guard up traveling the halls. She strains all her senses, physical and metaphysical, but luckily for them nothing comes calling.]
[She nods at Wash's indication, following him inside. It doesn't take long to catch the scent, and she wrinkles her nose in disgust.] I can tell.
[Lan Fan grimaces before taking the box and going over to the pile of guts, managing to keep from stomping her way over. Automail has never before been so useful, she can pick up and transfer the remains while not actually touching them, though it takes longer than if she'd used both hands. Still, she does get all of it and closes it up, then brings it back and shoves it back into Washington's hands.]
[ He needs to tell them about it, and maybe he'll report in with some good words... maybe... it wouldn't be 'the guts were gross so i made her pick them up' but something that sounds way more noble. ]
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I am with Orange Team, Harpy unit. Why?
[Meh, pleasantries are for people that give a shit.]
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FROM: washington@cdc.org
Good. I need a member of that unit to come with me to retrieve a sample from waste management.
[ After a moment: ]
FROM: washington@cdc.org
Not a sample of the waste, don't worry.
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Understood. Where should I meet you?
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The safe hub. I'm getting a container from there, unless you have something sterile.
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No, I do not. I will see you there.
sorry i'm late!
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Do you know what the sample we will be retrieving is?
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His head might whip around quickly, but his voice is still fairly composed. Shocking, and he's planning to ask her about it eventually. ]
I have suspicions that it's not human, but intestines from something else. [ He takes a breath, the sound of it reflected through the radio speakers in his helmet. ] I could be wrong.
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Let us hope you are not. [She's used to handling corpses, but...parts of them? Not quite so much, especially if they've been sitting for a while like she suspects these must have been.] Lead the way.
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He doesn't say anything during the trip there, apart from an indication of when they arrive outside of the waste disposal sector. ]
It's in here.
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[She nods at Wash's indication, following him inside. It doesn't take long to catch the scent, and she wrinkles her nose in disgust.] I can tell.
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[ Inside is, well, waste disposal. And a pile of guts on the floor, off to the side. ]
I think the power for the ship comes from this place. Or some of it. [ He holds the container out to her and points the guts. ] There's your sample.
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I thought I was only to accompany you as a guard!
[SHE DID NOT SIGN UP TO TOUCH YUCKY GUTS OKAY]
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[ Does he sound like he cares? Nope. ]
Apparently your unit is the fighting-and-gut-collecting kind.
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[Lan Fan grimaces before taking the box and going over to the pile of guts, managing to keep from stomping her way over. Automail has never before been so useful, she can pick up and transfer the remains while not actually touching them, though it takes longer than if she'd used both hands. Still, she does get all of it and closes it up, then brings it back and shoves it back into Washington's hands.]
Here.
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[ He needs to tell them about it, and maybe he'll report in with some good words... maybe... it wouldn't be 'the guts were gross so i made her pick them up' but something that sounds way more noble. ]
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Eren Jaeger.
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[ ... after a second. ]
You want to take it to him?
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[Sir, I believe that would be a 'no'.]
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It was worth a shot.