[Even the mere mention of fire is enough to make Velocity flinch away from her datapad at the reminder of that one delightful occasion when she'd been mind controlled and forced to walk right into a river of lava. She squeezed her optic shutters closed tight, counted to ten twice, then again. Then she started dictating her answer in as calm a fashion as she was really capable of, under the circumstances]

Um? Ten? Probably? I think we can safely say ten. Unless the fungus stuff slowly overtaking your body has started doing something nasty, in which case I think I might need to revise my scoring system.

Can you come down to medibay? Soon? I'm almost done for the day but I'm pretty sure this is worth staying a little late for.