[Wanda had thought she'd been asking urgent and important questions. How to keep safe, whether the trade-based economy of Thisavrou was in danger due to the restriction of all travel, whether to expect shortages and unrest, things like that. She'd only been through the Ingress once, and not to the asteroid. And they surely couldn't decontaminate every single organic person on Thisavrou at the exact same time, so any likely method of triage would not have Wanda's decontamination as a priority. There were others who should go first.
She wondered if there were any kind of triage amidst all this panic and shouting, but decided not to ask. In fact, there didn't seem to be any point in asking anything, based on the response she'd gotten.
Although some of the questions she hadn't asked had been answered. Grimy little flesh heap was troubling, but there was worse. You have no right to know how to keep safe... The person saying that probably didn't know the answer, but even so, something very cold took hold of her core and she didn't anticipate it letting go any time soon.
This was bad. But Wanda didn't want to draw any more attention, let the bad progress without her.]
Understood.
[That was all she had to say here. Maybe she could find out more elsewhere. Find out what the decontamination entailed before going, at the very least. There was a whole city out there who knew more than her, and people she'd interacted with profitably. She needed to know the mood of the city -- especially when it came to the "grimy flesh heap" type of attitudes -- not just this one official.]
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She wondered if there were any kind of triage amidst all this panic and shouting, but decided not to ask. In fact, there didn't seem to be any point in asking anything, based on the response she'd gotten.
Although some of the questions she hadn't asked had been answered. Grimy little flesh heap was troubling, but there was worse. You have no right to know how to keep safe... The person saying that probably didn't know the answer, but even so, something very cold took hold of her core and she didn't anticipate it letting go any time soon.
This was bad. But Wanda didn't want to draw any more attention, let the bad progress without her.]
Understood.
[That was all she had to say here. Maybe she could find out more elsewhere. Find out what the decontamination entailed before going, at the very least. There was a whole city out there who knew more than her, and people she'd interacted with profitably. She needed to know the mood of the city -- especially when it came to the "grimy flesh heap" type of attitudes -- not just this one official.]