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"She'll be fine," Sairyn re-iterated as he led them back to the lab area. "The toxin levels aren't lethal, she was just grazed. We do need to get her on a respirator though," he said, with a note of urgency.

Sairyn pushed a large cadaver carrier with a frosted glass cover out of their way to make space for Alex to deposit Yue onto a medical bed. He flipped through the "med-tech" section of his grimiore casually, scrolling through a list of machines with his finger and dragging an item off the page. With a casual flick, an arc of white light leapt from his fingertip and he snapped the book closed authoritatively as a portable respirator materialized with a dull thud of displaced air.

A rapid staccato of displaced air rattled off in the lab as items rapidly moved about. An armor mannequin jumped out of the corner in a flash of yellow, landing on the other side of the medical bed. Yue's suit was systematically stripped, replaced with fully covering casual clothes, and dressed on the mannequin with rapid flashes almost faster than than the human eye could register. He was careful not to reveal her face, and left her with a mask covering her upper face so that he could affix the respiration mask on her, and a hood concealed her hair.

The machine thrummed to life and Yue seemed to calm down after a minute or two. Sairyn let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding almost inaudibly, and took a few steps to examine the suit. He was about to step past Jemma when he paused, noticing her expression.

"Aw. Honey," he said, with uncharacteristic softness. "You're not in trouble.
Nobody's mad," he explained, kneeling down to be at eye level with her. "You know, I was saving it for later but," he paused, looking out into the lobby over her shoulder carefully and pushing the lab doors shut with a bit of telekinesis. "What if I gave you something nice to eat? Would that make you feel better?" He asked, with a small smile spreading across his face.

Yue raised an eyebrow at him from behind her mask.