One hundred thousand... and you think it's here, as well?

( But he's speaking of an infection and then some sort of engineering marvel— her eyes leave his, brows furrowed in thought, until she hears the rustling of some dense beaded necklace. It brings her attention back to him and his hand over his mouth. )

Well, show me what you've found. Let's see if we can't figure it out. Should we go back for suits and protective gear? Face masks?