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"Look, I don't want to frighten you," he began in a calm, soothing tone guaranteed to scare the hell out of everyone. "But you better get to the washroom. Scrub that stuff off. Use strong soap. Does it burn or itch? You're not dizzy, are you?"
"Well ... maybe a little ..." The man was gulping, rubbing at his hand. "And it ... it is beginning to burn--" Xris turned to the other two. "Take him to the john. Washthat stuff off him. Then get him to sick bay. You both better go with him. He may feel faint."
The woman hurried to help her friend.
"I'm nauseous," he said in a quavering voice. "I'm not sure I can walk."
"Lean on me," the woman told him.
"You better go, too," Xris told the tech.
"But I'm not supposed to leave you--"
"If he keels over, she'll never be able to hold him up." Xris moved closer to the tech, spoke in low, urgent tones. "You've got to rinse the skin with water and soap within five minutes or that stuff can seep into the bloodstream. And then ..." He shrugged. The tech wavered.
"I feel sick." The man rocked on his feet.
Either the stuff was toxic or he was extremely susceptible to the power of suggestion. The woman struggled to support him, but she was short and he was tall.
"Crewman! Give me some help here!"
"Yes, ma'am." Obeying orders was deeply ingrained. The tech turned to Xris. "Please stay here until I can send someone to escort you, sir
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