"It, uh." Now that she seemed to be listening, Yunlan let himself relax a fraction, slowing to a walk as he joined her at the door. He wasn't a scientist himself, or even an engineer. Could radiation spread? There had to be something causing it, right?

"...Don't leave the door open," he concluded, finally. "It comes from, uh, chemicals. It can spread if the chemicals spread... like." Waving a hand, he proclaimed, pleased with himself (this sounded right! It probably was right!) "Dust! Or gases! And the longer you spend around it, the sicker it'll make you."

He squinted at the dirty door. "There's a monitor that goes with the beeping. It'll tell you how dangerous it is to go in there.

"You, uh, might want to zip your top back up first, though." Shooting the girl a sidelong look, he added, "I don't think you want that shit on your skin. So -- are you Peggy? Elizabeth? Chocolat?" There's three women he hasn't met yet. Jiro hadn't given him enough detail to guess which one she is.